Whenever I look in the mirror,
I see someone not superior,
A man somewhat insecure.
What I ought to be,
Is far from what I see,
For who am I to be?
In the midst of my gloom,
Quintessence emerges soon,
In the mirror as it starts to be hewn.
I see a man in his purest form,
A being not inclined to conform,
To society's cultural norm.
In the mirror is a familiar face,
Someone true to himself,
It's my reflection that God wants me to see.
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A Lifetime of Regrets
PoetryOur life is just simply a lifetime of regrets; continuously living them or learning from them. This is a collection of poems that tackles depression, insecurity, self-love, identity, relationships, family, suicide, hope, inspiration, and learning fr...
