Mirrors

I am for them, just for their pleasure, for their eyes to see and measure. For only one I am no treasure. For him I’m just another love and leisure. I may be good but I’m never enough, he likes me to be rough. When the light reflects my curls he looks through me cause I am just plastic. Don’t be so drastic. I am a fool. I am only loved when I am true.

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