What is a mirror ?
What's it tell us?
Lies? Truth?
What's it reflecting?
What we are? What we want to see?

I know nothing more capricious than a mirror
It can choose to make us love or detest all that we are
Our face, our body, ourselves
Nothing escapses it

And in this game which is familiar,
With all the traps and pitfulls, it never ends up loosing
It losts, and our tears, our fears, end up in pain
It mocks us
And what we do in return? We encourage it

Some even believe what the mirror says, and sell their body to it
They begin to lose weight, and money, in order to please it
They mark themlselves with countless scars,
Hoping one day to become more beautiful than Narcissus
And god alone knows that to obtain the most beautiful smile, man is ready to suffer a thousand trials
How sad! Because in the end, there is the main fact that being us, that makes us peculiar and beautiful
But Man is afraid, he's scared by his differences, scared of what others might say, scared of what the mirror will think
Fear, what is the strange feeling, all over those composing a whole life?

But let me give you some piece of advise
Break it, break the mirror
It blinds you
And be you, simply you
That'ld be enough
Believe me

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