Myrror, myrror I saw them all,
Reflections of many that made me fall.

Mirror, myrror, why not show?
What's inside the heart of us, People?
Who we truly are, and the condition of our soul.

Myrror, myrror, let me see...
Who I truly am, in the eyes of many.
Truly how good it would be,
If myrrors they'll tell us and make us see... see- who we truly are and not what people only choose to see.

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[A/N]: "Myrror" is not a typo.
Since I have mirror already almost with the same theme on "Webbed Thoughts",
I figured I should use a different title.. but since nothing else suits this poem, I have changed the spelling instead.