COMPETITION PROMPT

Write a poem or story about a mirror struggling with the fact that she has no identity of her own. (What could this be symbolic of?)

My Trapped Reflection

One by one, they come and they go.

One after another, no identity of my own.

I show them who they are, they reflect back at me.

A mirror of truth, lies, and everything in between.

Who am I today––young, old, happy, or sad?

I guess it doesn’t matter, not really.

I’m trapped here to please them for eternity.

Alone, lost, and forgotten.

Who’s within the mirror?

No one knows, no one cared to ask.

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