In the Mirror

When I look in the mirror 

who do I see?

Is it who i once was? 

Blissful, innocent, and naive

or perhaps who I seem to be now

Cynical, evil, and informed 

Or even who i plan to be

I see the drugs in my eyes

I see the sadness in my soul

I see the fire dimming 

But as I look into the mirror

I promise myself I won't fold

This poem is about: 
Me

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