Mirrors, they have this all abundant habit of making you feel wrong, and the day you start speaking it out, the bloody fucked up mirror cracks into pieces.
You feel sad for it but no need to be. This is good! It is called awareness. You are not here to act like an adhesive. It’s nice to break them to make them realize that they are bloody broken pieces of glasses glued together.
I never intervened in your damned mirrored life.
Why the hell did you come for me?
What I have was destined. It wasn't cause of you showing me my image in yourself. If not you, some other mirror could have got my glimpse.
Remember, whoever you are, you are a mirror. A fucked up imitator!
Do not intend to become me when you are not even close to it.
And now, you come up and fight for your existence!
You, who got a reason because of me?
You come to fight for your existence from me?
Go, get lost!
Get submerged in your stupid self.
Go and try to think that you give meaning to someone’s life!
I am done with you.
You bloody mirror!