The reflection of myself prevails the truth.
I'm no better than you.
I make mistakes everyday.
Yet it's the mirror I hold upon my face. It tells me , you are no less than anyone because of your mistakes.
I've cried , prayed and still not straight.
I'm far from the finish line , I just take steps by pace to embrace my many mistakes.
Time and time again I try to compare myself from everyone's plate,
to hide from the mirror that reflects the depths of what is broken within my empty space.
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Rosen from the Ground
PoetryRose from a concrete is the breakthroughs of life and overcoming it all
