The mirror holds no truth:
it reflects light back to us,
but we decide what we see.
An impulsive boy sees indecision,
fear and anxious hesitation
despite his usual reckless behaviour.
An insecure girl sees ugliness,
her thighs and waist too thick
for anyone worthy of love.
Trapped in our blind minds,
we torment and hate ourselves
for an image we chose to see.
Cruelty is mind's invention,
used to inflict pain on its enemies,
even if that includes you and I.
Reality cares not for our illusions:
a rash boy will continue being rash,
and an insecure girl will continue
being loved.
-Zero
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