Who Am I
My Reflection
An artificial image of myself
Is all that I can see
All that I've ever seen
Of myself.
Its all that we can see
For our reflections are deceiving
And others cannot tell
Of the true beauty inside.
They tell of only their wants
And none of your dreams
But their words are not true,
Twisted and Tanted with their false realities
Luring you towards society's lies
And still you don't know
Who belongs to these eyes
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