A mirror is the only thing that shows you yourself and the only thing that has never shown you yourself accurately, simultaneously the most honest object in the room and the most quietly deceptive.
It shows you what you wish to see, whenever you doll yourself up, and at the same time, shows a version of you can never wish to comprehend.
"It's never going to work out. The man has you in his grasp... tsk tsk."
One must ask, what is the thing you see in the mirror? Your own reflection? Or a monster you can't begin to understand? A complicated web of thoughts hidden behind skin and flesh. A desire concealed by physical constructs.
"You know it was going to turn out this way, and yet you still chose to love her."
It talks back to you, it whispers in your mind. The reflection is you, and at the same time, it is the most wrong version of you. The complete opposite, which appears to be so similar from the outside.
