The Foggy Mirror

Here's another meal

It's not a big deal

But how can I feel

Any comfort here.

 

How can I eat

When you only speak

Of my defeat

And what I fear.

 

Because all I see,

Warped versions of me

Count at least three

Let two disappear.

 

Then leave me with one

As true as the sun

With no imperfection

And a world crystal clear.