Funhouse Mirrors

We are abstract,

Sketchy outlines,

Caricature’s.

 

Our distorted self-perceptions,

Reflect,

External influences.

 

Funhouse mirrors, bend,

Deform and contort the truth,

As do our minds,

In our imperfect world.

 

We hide the flaws,

That make us beautiful, unique,

Until we blend seamlessly,

With the falsehood,

We become invisible, to our own eyes.

 

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