i must be confused
to be convinced
that the mirror
is my enemy
but at the same time
i'm staring into
my own eyes
and it's like the devil
is glaring back at me
he's making sure
that i'm aware
i could never be
enough for myself
it's all on me, really,
it's only my fault
in the end,
i'm the one who
put those thoughts
into my head
and repeated them
until i believed it all
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vague
Poetryleftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.
