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Mirror


People stand behind me Supporting me Cheering me on They're my closest friends In front of me Are my enemies I know they hate me Their faces filled with disgust I hear words spoken behind me To quiet for me to hear I wonder what's being said But I don't bother asking One day I understood the whispers The secrets being shared The rumors spreading I was filled with confusion My friends were talking behind my back The people I trusted the most Had become an enemy I stared in front of me At my enemies My friends still whispering behind me I can't help but wonder If I'm standing in fron of a mirror The enemies ahead of me Are only a reflection Of those behind me Not sure who to trust I curl up and hide I close my eyes And surround myself in a wolrd of my own
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