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Mirror, Mirror
A reflection of me
On the other side
Of that mirror.
I see a cheerleader
But that’s not me.
I hear an angel
But that’s not me.
I smell a flower
But that’s not me.
Deep in the picture
I see a quiet girl
Shaking as she walks
Crying as she hides
Stuttering as she talks
I see me
In that image
Unjustified
I know that’s
Not me
It’s the flip of a coin
The opposite
Of me.
