I am...

Before I knew myself I believed I wasn't good enough

Egotistical bastards spurred off ancient hallways

All wanted to have their fame

Until I broke that mirror in the dark room,

Tears broke, pieces shattered

I

Felt beautiful

United with myself

Loved by myself

This poem is about: 
Me

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