• Loss of self,
    Complete transformation
    Into those who you made fun of,
    And in turn, were made fun by.
    Those who you swore to repel,
    Those who you loved to hate.

    That who you are is nothing
    But a copy
    Of what you picture to be
    Complete, What you think
    Is normal.
    Even in a world where normal
    Should be discouraged..

    The mirror, another enemy,
    Not to the ones who look
    And see their reflections,
    But to those who look
    And see the reflection of
    Someone else