Mirror mirror on the wall,
do you see my biggest fear of all?
You give me back my tattered reflections,
an image of all life's rejections.
So tell me what it is you see,
besides the person staring back at me?
Is there a future to behold,
or does my past have it sold?
Is there any second chance,
or is it not even worth a glance?
Oh, mirror tell me please,
if this image I should believe.
Mirror mirror please show me a change,
for everything I see remains the same.
And if that's going to be so,
I'll just have to let you go.
If this image continues to hold true,
what's the use of looking into you?
Written by George Lynch
while at Mayo Correctional Institution
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