Peculiar and Beautiful

What is a mirror?
What is it tell us?
Lies?
Truth?
What is it reflecting?
What we are?
What we want to see?
I know nothing more capricious than a mirror

It can choose us to make us to lov
Or to detest all that we are.
Our face, our body, ourselves
Nothing escapes it

And in this game
Where it is familiar with all the traps pitfalls
It never ends up losing

It laughs at our tears and fears and our pain
It mocks us
And what we do in return?
We encourage it

Some even believe
What the mirror says
And sell their body to it
They begin to lose weight and money in order to please it
They mark themselves with countless scars
Hoping one day to become more beautiful than Narcissus
And God alone knows that to obtain the most beautiful smile
Man is ready to suffer a thousand trails

How sad
Because in the end
It is the mere fact of being us
That makes us peculiar and beautiful
But man is afraid
He’s scared by his differences
Scared of what others might say
Scared of what the mirror would think

Fear, what a strange feeling
An overdose can poison a whole life
But let me give you a piece of advice
Break it, break the mirror
It blinds you
And be you, simply you
That will be enough
Believe me