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I stand before the looking glass

My eyes averted, I summon my farce

I raise my own gaze to assess my reflection, I smile

I smile to see if it looks good

The image is false to me

Who is it that I see?

I look into the reflected eyes

The contrast, the lies, the confusion

Blue? Green? Grey? Gold? Shade upon shade

Over the years I have watched the colors fade

The clarity of youth gone

Who is it that I see?

I draw in a breath and search deeper

What is it that I see?

I see contradiction

I see confusion

I see pain

My tainted soul lies broken

Yearning to be free- desire unspoken

This is what I see

I loathe this, this is me