Under florescent lights, I am Mirror. I am forged reflections made of glass and silver. I am the perpetual infinity of dimensions leading into another universe. A different world, another life. I am as hard as steel and as cold as ice. The wall is my body and I am its eyes. People see what they want to see while I give them what they truly see. I am the truth and the fake, I am honesty and deception. I am realism and idealism, portraying images through windows of perception. I do not flatter, since I am unforgiving. I am Mirror.
Under scrutinizing eyes, I am Reflection. I am the troubled soul you bottle up behind doors of perfection. I am everything you aspire to be and everything you yearn to reach. I am brutal and cruel, I display what you seek. I am the hidden fears who haunt you in your dreams and and the icy hand who muffles your screams. I am the apprehensive voice silently screaming in your mind. I am the monsters that hide under your bed; I am the monsters stuck in your head. I am Reflection.
I am your Saviour. I am the cause and the result of your reckless behaviour. I am the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I am golden sunshine if you are brave enough to enter the meadow. I am the person you are, stripped of the person you seem. I am the one who laughs, who smiles, who hurts, who cries. I am your twin, staring mutely back at you from across the wall. We are opposites yet no different at all. I am the one who smiles back at you and I am the one who is always there. I am your Saviour.
Who am I? Am I Mirror, Reflection or your Saviour too?
None, it seems, for I am you.
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