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
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