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 Welcome to selfocracy