Revelations

Reflections are so fickle

What truly makes yours true?

Is it the image in the mirror

Or the soul that's inside you?

 

The smile in my picture lies

I don’t know who I am

It’s easier to know reality

If there’s no room to pretend

 

Between the lines of poetry

My identity is so clear

Words and structures as complicated

As my insides often appear

This poem is about: 
Me

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