don't•read•this

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When I look in the mirror,

Who do I see?

 

A stranger,

Staring back at me.

 

I do not even know myself,

A desperate calling for some help.

 

Me, myself, and I do not know who we are,

Unable to recognize one another from afar.

 

But with this pencil and this pen,

I start to know myself again.

 

Only a small girl, in a world too big,

A deeper hole I tend to dig.

 

But with this disguise behind my mask,

I try to run away from this task.

 

This obstacle, much too big to overcome,

I'm only a girl, too naive and too dumb.

 

Will anyone listen to what I say?

'Til then, in my dreams is where I will lay.

 

[mandie•marie]

This poem is about: 
Me

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