Peculiar And Beautiful

What is a mirror?
What does it tell us?
Lies? Truth?
What is 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 bodies. Ourselves
Nothing escapes it
And in this game, where it is familiar with all the traps and pitfalls
It never ends up losing.

It laughs, at our tears, our fears, and our pain
It *mocks* us, and what do 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 themselves 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, it is the mere fact of being us, that makes us peculiar and beautiful
But man is afraid
He is scared of his differences
Scared of what others might say
Scared of what the mirror would think.

Fear
What a strange feeling
An overdose can poison a whole life
But let me give you piece of advice
Break it
Break the mirror
It blinds you
And be you, simply you
That'll be enough
*Believe* me