When you stand in front of that mirror,
Tell me does your place in life become clearer,
When you pose so perfectly
Tell me if you're seeing what I see.
Is it an overabundance of confidence?
Or are you simply faking it?
Is it just a fun interest,
Or is what you're feeling serious?
How can you look so long without hating yourself
Or becoming consumrd with thoughts of everyone else
I wonder if it is the real you you're seeing
Or if you also see an inhuman being
I know from my angle that my view is good
But now I want to see what you do when you look
You whip out your phone to take pics for the gram' or the book'
But I don't think they'll appreciate it the way that they should
Sure it might make me laugh, and it might make me smile
The way that you find a reflection every once in a while
But I can't judge, not would I want to
I love seeing the way that you've learned to be you
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Evolution Of Everything
PoetryA collection of poems, spoken word, and verbal processing. It's mostly here as a reminder for me of where I was and where I am, so that I never forget. Some of them are silly and fun, but most of them are deeply personal accounts of some of my harde...
