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Naked Mind

I sometimes feel I may be blind,  

or just afraid of what others see—  

behind the bedroom mirror’s glare,  

a button slipping free at my wrist.  

And what I speak—or see—or think  

is never what they reckon it should be.  

I am careful, vigilant, and repressed;  

for in their light I am forever undressed.