I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
Something foreign, couldn't possibly be reality
But it is, it is me
Not the person I'd picture
Always viewing my reflection with stricture
No, I'll be truthful
I don't really care how I look
I'd rather be described like a girl in a book
But if what I see isn't what I believe
How can the true me, I ever achieve?
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Passionate Poems and Demure Drawings
PoetryPoems and pictures, filled with back-and-forth, battling emotions. Some are lighthearted as can be, practically fit for a children's story, while some are dark and wild, taking a nature the opposite of mild.
