rip me in half for 7 years of good luck

I used to believe I was a mirror

I'd be unseen, reflecting what they're looking for in

Themselves, they might see too much

Leave them raw 

Like the sting of onions down their throat

Leave them searching for more

I’ll help them look within

I can offer honesty and distorted visions and of course, I’ll never speak 

But to be silver and passive 

Unwavering and immobile 

Oh, to be a girl in this world unperceived

I used to believe I was a mirror 

Oh, to have that power

Instead I merely exist in photographs

A million at once

Versions of me that never were 

For others to deliberate over, each confident in their claim over me

Wide smile, pinched eyes

You can find me taped to the walls