no one outside of it could ever realize how damaging it can be to see yourself changing and morphing in the lights and reflections
looking for the key to finally see who you are
begging to be able to see yourself from someone else’s eyes just once
and then
then you would finally see the whole picture
then you would know
so you look for ways to create the key yourself
the lenses and angles
the profiles and sides
but none them ever really align
sometimes you‘re close
and you hope that it‘s true
but the next glimpse destroys it
the world crumbles
and so do you
but life isn‘t lived in pictures
reflections aren’t always true
it‘s more than the eyes can see
it‘s you