Mirrors
I hunger
For freedom
For an escape
To free my entangled mind
To read between the lines
Of what felt so right
Because I had just been dealing
For far too long
And now it feels so wrong
And nothing quite finishes the puzzle
Even as I keep searching
I feel so empty
So incomplete
A void that refuses to be filled
No matter how long the feeling lingers
I never grow used to it
It always bothers
Always prods my side
Like a rose that seemed so sweet
And I continue to look at myself
In a mirror
That never sees me
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