4. Her
I'm detached from my reflection
She's a strange person
Her expressions feel wrong
Like a bad actress
She tries to convince me she's real
But I've never bought it
She's a terrible con artist
And can't get her ideas across to me
I sometimes read her writing
When I'm flipping through mine
And I laugh at her
She's never sure of what she says
But sometimes when we meet
The look her eyes is unsettling
Because I know she is thinking
The exact same things about me
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A Running Collection of My Poetry
PoetryPoems about growing up, flaws, facing yourself, family, sexuality, and other important aspects of life.
