Mirrors. - Poem by Jessica Wetzel
Truth, peace, heal.
I lie, I fight, I bruise.
Silence, breathe, smile.
I scream, I bleed, I cry.
Love, delight, grow.
I hate, I regret, I deplete.
Mend, give, live.
I break, I borrow, I die.
You will only see what I allow you to see, but if you truly know me, then you see all of me.
Yet, you still be a stranger on the outside trying to look in.
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