Self Love

We both looked to each other for the love we weren't giving ourselves. That's not our fault. That's a learning experience.

Blind

I've become blinded to my own reflection... Clear beauty miraged by my own self-deception.

Distorted

My mirror must just be mistaken. It's flimsy glass full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. It just has to be the reason why that the beautiful girl you see... Is nowhere close to the same girl that's appearing only to me.