In the mirror.

Searching threw magizines

wanting them to be me.

Looking in the mirror

only seeing 203.

Walking, observing

only to be dismissed.

Looking in the mirrior 

now seeing this.

Now flipping threw magizines 

noticing they are not me.

Because i am unique.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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