Mirror

I see a room full of bodies
with mirror faces.
It’s easy to say that I see
myself in you and you,
but if my face were a mirror too,
what would we see?
Two personalities rebounding?
Or just one from the beginning?

From the start, we were the same.
Yet in that infinite reflection,
the image becomes distorted.
More and more different each time.
So much so that the
beginning doesn’t matter.
It never did.

We are not born equal.

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