This House Has No Mirrors

I started with the small ones…

The mirror in the hallway, the frame on my desk,

the reflection in the window at night—

all gone.

Because if you don’t see yourself,

maybe you can pretend

you’re not the problem.

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Pulled the frames off the walls, turned the photos to face the sheetrock

I’ve been hiding from the man I was, now he’s knocking just to talk

Covered all the windows, locked the doors and ditched the light

I can’t stand the look I give me when I pass a mirror at night

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This house has no mirrors, no truth, no peace

Just broken glass I swept beneath

A couch that holds my silence tight

And rooms that only dream at night

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I tore down the pieces that showed me the cracks

Boarded up corners that stared right back

If I don’t see me, maybe I’m free

But I’m still trapped in this house

And this house is me

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I painted over shadows that used to dance across the wall

Even silence sounds like judgment in these narrow, empty halls

I replaced my guilt with drywall, my shame with quiet rage

Now every room’s a chapter I’ll never turn the page

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This house has no mirrors, no grace, no name

Just echoes of who’s left to blame

A shattered truth I can’t erase

And blood that stains the fireplace

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I tore down the pieces that showed me the cracks

Boarded up corners that stared right back

If I don’t see me, maybe I’m free

But I’m still trapped in this house

And this house is me

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Break every mirror but you can’t break the man!

Burn every photo — he’ll rise again!

Cover the walls, drown out the sound

But your reflection’s still buried in the ground!

YOU.

CAN’T.

HIDE.

FROM.

YOUR.

OWN.

FUCKING.

EYES.

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I tore down the pieces that showed me the cracks

But now I miss the man staring back

If I don’t see me, maybe I’m free

But I still live in this house

And this house is me…

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There’s still one mirror left…

I just haven’t found the courage to break it.