I am truly delusional I fear. When I look in the mirror I what I see must be totally different from the real me.
I see kindness loyalty and love, I’m not perfect I know. I’m not an angle from above.
the reality is though I am angry, gross, and filled with hate. Someone with whom you to get away from just can’t wait
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August 8, 2014 at 5:16 pm |
So if you see beauty in the mirror, how do you know that the other image you portray is reality? Why can’t the beauty be the reality?
If others are forcing you to see yourself from their perspective, isn’t that THEIR mirror – more of a reflection of them?
I have always found the former description to be true.