ME: A Poem

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Who am I?

What is it I stand for?

Maybe a lie,

Or deceit to the core.

Not enough.

Not one time, not ever.

Not in love

With me in the mirror.

Reflection;

Of my mirror and eyes,

Separation.

Each their own kind of lies.

Yet I search,

I trust one day I’ll find.

Not a wretch,

She that feels me with pride.

So for now,

I’ll keep telling my tale.

I’ll tell how

I hope to end this fail.

© Brownie_vocal

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