Loïc Nottet - Selfocracy
My mother told me
Not to go near mirrors
For seeing one day a young boy
Died through looking at
Himself for too long
People say that they are ravenous
That they hunger
For perfect reflections
That their sensational
Appetites can even kill
Many of those among us
Who lose themselves in mirrors
Too many who only live
For appearances
Aware that he is not the
Fairest of all
malice jealous and evil
And aware that he is
Not the ugliest of all
Malice boastful and arrogant
The mirrors distort us they hatch
Outsized egos inside us selfish
Self-sentenced this is what they are
Reflecting from mankind
Why help someone if his misfortune
Allows us to advance
Mother told me not to go near mirrors
Because it was seen that the more
We look in them the more ears stop
Listening and the eyes stop seeing
That the world continues
to revolve around us
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