Secret Weapon
I am a mouse, who in the mirror sees a lion.
I am a man, who believes that he is a titan.
Without my confidence, I can be no greater thing,
For with my footsteps, it is greatness that I bring.
Forget what I am, forget what you see.
You do not know, that which lurks within me.
Like a machine, I have a secret differential.
I carry it with me. I call it potential.
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