true self

she is my mirror

my image, my relfection

a replica of what i am

absent of cruel perfection

she follows my movements

eyes locked together

we continue our silent dance

trying to break this tether

but how can one destory the mirror

showing the cracked heart beneath

a facade of lies and deception

i have hidden in my sheath

i try to run but she does follow

always one step behind me

more of a shadow trailing

she's never setting us free

cracked shards of glass

rain down from the shelf

the image now distorted

this is my true self