Become Poem by Sarah Child
Become
What have I become?
I look in the mirror and the face that reflects back
Isn’t mine, or is it?
That porcelain skin
Those distant eyes surrounded by dark circles
And the mysterious smirk that graces those strange lips.
Disturbing at how easy the lies flow
And the piercing looks of hatred that crawl forth from my eyes
My former self only a shadow of what I once was
What have I become?
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