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Self-Confusion


I didn’t think it was possible to forget who I was

Until I looked in the mirror

Or until I heard myself sing

There was something I didn’t recognize

The first time I met me

A confusing policy of where was I

Who was I

What was I doing?

How can I make other people know the real me

When I can’t even get her to appear in my mind

So don’t tell me I’m not good enough

When all you can see is my silhouette;


Find a courtesy to look past my mistakes

I know it’s hard to concentrate only on the little things

But just find the way that our hands fold together as a perfect origami

Or how your laugh and mine seem to harmonize.

Of course I don’t want to sugarcoat this moment

That’s not what life is supposed to be

But I have my secret identity

And you have yours;

Maybe one day we’ll be able to knock each others walls down

And they’ll be able to meet.

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