A man glanced into a mirror
And was
Not nearly as pleased by what he saw
As he would desired to have been.
Discontent, and so, enraged; he struck the mirror,
Breaking it into a million minute pieces.
But;
Apt to mood swings by nature, the man's demeanor changed
Swiftly and abruptly.
Now in a more sensible state he realized that
It had never been the mirrors fault.

You can't fault honesty,
You can't blame reality.
It seemed logical once he admitted this,
Where the true problem might be.

And so the man took the proper instrument (his own hands),
To his own being-
Smashing, crushing, breaking.
In seconds he was as fragmented as the mirror.
Ironically, not a bit more satisfied than when he had been
Whole.
:bomb:

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Peep this :slobber:

so much realism spoken wihin this drop
tyte and well felt through da mirror

the mirror only reflects what is present, the mirror doesn't lie, it just doesn't show what lies beneath what humanistic materials can't perceive.. :great:

Some of us aren't able to bear the reality, "only the strong will survive"!!Flow to da poet

NICE I LIKED THE WHOLE THINGS AND HOW YOU EXPRESSED YOURSELF. KEEP DOING YOUR THING. REAL DEEP.

uppin it back because it's hot fill wit depth.

i felt every word you said nice flow, flow on poet.