Mirror

June 21, 2019

Looking at myself

Yet it couldn't be further

A blank stare

Stares

A stranger to myself

must be a stranger to others

when filled with

hate

disgust

and sadness

won't let me find me

im lost.

yet found

because i know who i will be...

life is what i choose.

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