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Behind the mirror
Sometimes I feel I’m out -
Looking in,
At this person trying to fit in.
Seeing so much bullshit,
So much wrong,
Staring at a person that doesn’t belong.
Even my reflection catches my eye,
A look out of place,
Sometimes I don’t even recognise my face.
All I know momentarily shaken,
I feel like I’m about to waken.
I wish I had the freedom to find my truth,
The time to try,
To know if what’s real is really a lie,
To finally understand the reasons why -
Life is fleeting,
And then we die.
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