I see myself everyday
but think none of it
as a reflection
i see my face
and stare at the detection
I see my flaws that wake up
to me and end at night
Hoping beauty one day
Will hit me at full flight
But beauty is not what i see
but it is my soul
Hoping that no darknes seeps
As the days get old
So this is who i am
As the days get clearer
But to see the real me
i have to own a mirror
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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