Poetry

Me

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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