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The walls imprison me

white, bare

the door is there

but can not be opened,

I fear whats outside too much.

It chills my spine

to my very soul.

I look to my mirror.

My reflection stares at me,

smiling, sneering

daring me to reach for the doorknob

to open it.

Saying that I don't exist

I am the reflection,

she the person.

I can not fear

what I can't feel.

My mirror image becomes distorted,

hollow-eyed,

cold, mean.

My greatest fear,her greatest fear,

who's was it.I can't remember.

The person buried deep beneath,

in the basement of our soul,

the evil within us all.

I am afraid...

but I can not fear.

I must exist,

for I love, a reflection can't love,

can't feel.

I am me.

The door opens,

I smile,

the walls, my prison

have set me free.