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I starred through the static
Into the eyes of myself
On the television screen.

I can’t handle my reflection;
I’m afraid of it
So I live in a house
With no mirrors.

But there she was,
There I was,
Speaking words that
Sounded so familiar
But I never dared utter.

They scared me straight;
I knew change would come
Whether I allowed it
Or resisted it.

It would just move on,
Leaving me to
Curl up in complacency
If I didn’t let it affect me.  

So I must get out of bed
And let it correct me
And make me
The best version
Of myself.