Jeffrey Philip Clegg
Who Are We? - Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg
When are we who we really are
and not the meds we take?
When do we actually know ourselves
and know that we're not fake?
When we look into a mirror
Is the reflection what is real?
Or is who we really are
Merely how we feel?
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