How many times does one
Have to look in the mirror
Pondering the face one sees
Matching the inner self
To the outer
And coming up short
Shake your head quickly
To clear hopefully
The illusion
That is held as identity
With a name
Knowing full well
Ones goals remain steady
Yet the life lived
Fluctuates violently
Causing confusion asking
Questions to those
Who have no answer
Quietly listening and wondering
Has god stopped caring
Enough not to give some insight
Into the circumstance
Which he created
For me
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I loved this poem, you have great insight, into our most vulnerable human insecurities! Inspired write!