The man in the mirror
Looked at me today,
He didn't look too happy
His face looked astray,
The water dripping
From my hair,
Could not help
But make him stare,
But even though
he wouldn't say it,
His face said it all;
'I hate it'
Nobody sees the real me
Because they never try,
The wave of possibilities
Keep shrinking as they deny,
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