The Real Me
I looked at her in the mirror, feeling no connection
Is it her or me?
which one is the refection?
She became my status quo,
I've became her experiment
She wouldn't let me go
fear is imprisonment
I was scared, scared to show her
she's the real me, the real reality
I hugged my sigh and began to open the door
seeing the sun shining and the birds chriping
I knew fear was no more.
This poem is about:
Me
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