The Mirror

Sometimes
It's like I am
In a fun house
From the looks
Of my reflection
You see the smiling
The frowns
How I still have a child inside
And how father time has been unkind
The triumph
The torment
Glory
Gloom
I am a onion
Many layers
Some love me
But get too close
And I will make you cry
Smash the mirror
Or face what is looking back at you

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