spoken:
What is a mirror?
What does it tell us?
Lies? Truth?
What is it reflecting?
What we are?
What we want to see?
I know nothing more capricious than a mirror
It can choose to make us love or detest all that we are
Our face, our body, ourselves, nothing escapes it
And in this game where it is familiar with all the traps and pitfalls
It never ends up losing
It laughs at our tears, our fears, and our pain
It mocks us
And what do we do in return?
We encourage it
Some even believe what the mirror says and sell their body to it
They begin to lose weight and money in order to please it
They mark themselves with countless scars
Hoping one day to become more beautiful than Narcissus
And God alone knows that to obtain the most beautiful smile
Man is ready to suffer a thousand trials
How sad...
Because in the end, it is the mere fact of being us
That makes us peculiar and beautiful
But man is afraid
He's scared by his differences
Scared of what others might say
Scared of what the mirror would think
Fear, what a strange feeling
An overdose can poison a whole life
But let me give you a piece of advice
Break it, break the mirror
It blinds you
And be you, simply you
That will be enough
Believe me