Face

                      When I look at that face there is nothing in. This world more clear then what I see, this is someone who’s achieved nothing. A being so afraid to change it does nothing but stare.The embodiment of sadness and anxiety. This creature that I face is not what it wants to be. An incarnation of the failures it’s committed. But one day                                                                                              it moved,                                                                                                                                                         finally                                                                                                                        It moved                                                                                                                                                 So I followed,                                                                                            What is it doing?                                                                                                                                                                                           I wonder                                                               Regardless of the fear I sensed in it, it spoke. Loud, clear, and encouraging. But, why? Why did it speak these words to others but not itself?I look to see people with brightened eyes and open ears. An incarnation of failures has succeeded to make other smiles. This creature that seemed to be nothing of what it wanted,                                                                                                   began to accept itself.                                                                     The embodiment of sadness and anxietyLearned to laugh with othersA being afraid to change, started an entirely new life. When I looked at that face in the mirror, there is nothing in this world that could be more clear, that someone that had felt beaten, choose to keep going. This entity fought through all the pains it felt but not for itself,It fought for others and the other fought back for me. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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