Clarity - Poem by Kayleigh Freeman
Looking glass, self clarity
I do not like what is before me.
Knowing yourself means seeing your flaws,
I am riddled!
Judgement lays before me
And I whip it on every flesh that I meet.
I remember a time of simplicity,
The world wore a mask, deceived me.
I pour on my persona like a fresh morning shower,
Put on the face that I have been programmed to wear
And play the game.
Topic(s) of this poem: self discovery
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