"Mirror talk"

they stand were silence sees to much, where ever flaw learns how to speak. the mirror never raises its voice- it just whispers what they fear is true. It traces the edges of who I am, as if I could smooth into someone else, but the cracks don't disappear- they only learn how to hide in better light. Still... somewhere beneath the doubt, a quieter voice waits- soft, stubborn, unfinished- reminding me I am more than what I question.