I live in a world of
Funhouse mirror people
And every step I take
Every word I say
Is echoed back to me
Distorted, but just close enough
That I can believe that
That is what I look like
That is how I act
That is who I am
And these mirror people
Convince me that I'm doing
Everything wrong
As if they have the right
It has taken me a long time
But now I realize
That I am not who
They make me out to be
Because I am who I decide
I am
And a funhouse mirror
Cannot show me my soul
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hush (a collection of my poetry)
Poetrylet it be quiet if just for a moment. not silent just quiet. listen to your breathing and your heartbeat and the world outside the window close your eyes and take a breath. appreciate the puddles of silence as much as the street of sound. app...
