In front of me
I can only see
What seems to be
A mirror of me.
I look to see,
How could it be?
That person is me.
I don’t want to see
What might be
Inside of me.
These eyes I see
Can only be
A cage for me,
So I cannot see
All that could be
That truly is me.
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I'm a writer wanting to get my scribbles out to the world at last instead of collecting dust in my files. Even if it's just one person, I feel my words need to be seen by more than just myself. I am not all sunshine and butterflies, in fact a lot of my work is less than optimistic, but that is why I write. To release the emotions that I feel in a safe and sane manor.
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