One mirror catches my eye- a reflection yet to be mine, Skin that is clear and smooth and soft as ever, Eyes, like shimmering emeralds, Stare back at me from the mirror's depths, Lips red like a candy apple that are probably sweet as well
A voice that isn't mine whispers in my head. And every time I pass a mirror, it shouts and cries, Next, I know my wardrobe has clothes I've never tried, My cupboards and fridge are stark and bare. The only thing that is here is the water in the tap. And this will all be fine in the end.
There is little evidence that people vote rationally, people tend to vote for opposition parties just because they are disenchanted by the current government