I feel like in life I can be just this whatever you want to call it ; then why I reform to be just this other human being; Am I the image that I see or I am trying to be something that isnt of me;
Who am I with this sly smile, can I dig deep inside and spread like the ocean; I look in the mirror and its like I'm stuck between two worlds that holding me locked and caged in; theres no where to hide no where to run but the surface of my skin;I thought I could blend in but I stand out, and keep fighting what I keep hiding; I cant deny it I walk the foot steps of someone else and I feel like I'm drowning in this made up truth, I keep bending and folding at the seams or is it me that keeps breaking these things;
They said a mirror broke behind a pretty face so I feel cursed by this blessed face; I chase and chase for this shadow to appear but, every time I look in the mirror all I see is this beautiful woman figure; with eyes of gold and skin of bronze;
Can I ever be this bold and stand up to what I think is wrong ?or do I keep running and redraw in to the darkness and tip toe with this cloak on
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