Beyond the mirror's reflection, The true me, the me that's free from this.
Beyond the seen, the unseen, the complete me, the me that's free.
Reflections lie, and deceive. They don't see me like my eyes see me.




short poem, I haven't wrote for a long time, and finally feel like i could get back into it. Sorry if this poem sucks, but im a little rusty



-rayna