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The Mirror
The Mirror
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When I look at myself
In and on the mirror of life
I found nothing like me
More or less to describe
The person in front of me
Is not the me I am
To the world I belong
And the world in my rhyme
Is different from everything
That I am known to
Who is the person right there
With pain and screwed
It’s neither a reverie
Nor a mirage
It’s something so real
A mission at some stage
I can’t break it, dunno why
It’s not me though, very much look alike
Me and the mirror , seems so different
Frustrated irony, suicidal instincts
No I am not that frightened
Not so confused
I choose the life
Not in the mirror but in screws
