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Mirror, Mirror

Hey you, yeah, you,
why do you bleed so freely?
Your body is a road map of scars,
cracked but healing.
The pain is there, I can feel it
but why smile when you should be weeping?

I haven’t got a clue
why my tears do not come
but this smile is my shield
my protection for my sanity
for once it cracks I will see
the holes embedded in me

-The Elusive Scribe 03072017-