You look into the Mirror. You stare back.

You ask the question you have been meaning to ask yourself, “Who am I?”

The image shifts, and suddenly you are staring back.

You have a muzzle, hooves, paws, fur, pointy ears, scales, wings.

The Mirror shows you, the Mirror does not reflect.

You feel as though you know you, from some distant place, close to home.

You reach out to the Mirror, you seem to fade, become distant, unattainable.

The more you reach, the more you recoils, the more a part of yourself is lost.

Your hand touches the glass, nothing. you are gone, gone, ice.

Fear, pain, sorrow replaces your blood. Why continue?

You know you are you, something else, something gone.

You look away from the Mirror, only it could make your dream come true.

Not now.

Not ever.

It lied.

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I don't usually write poetry, but it was really late and I got weird.
I suppose it's vent writing? I feel a lot of people can relate though.

Art provided by:  Zirrix