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I look at myself in the mirror and wonder...
Where do I begin and others end?
Who am I without others?
I am but a reflection of those around me,
A desperate mimicry of their faces,
I look in the mirror to see I haven't a face of my own.
Who am I without them?
Without the endless obsessions,
Without the devotion to the role I play.
I paint my face with emotions I myself don't feel,
All to appease an audience,
In ways, to appease myself.
Because sometimes ignorance really is bliss,
Sometimes it's comforting to put your thoughts away.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
