Reflection

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Crisp autumn leaves fall, and are whisked away in the howling wind

I stare at the beauty of the amber twilight sky,

Wondering of the kind of situation I always place myself in.

I know that my life can quickly pass by.


I am left with my head in the clouds

while my self-confidence is on the ground.

Some days I want to scream my pain out loud,

but I fear my voice will be lost in the crowd.


I know everyone has a different perspective on their looks

We all view ourselves with different lens

But I declare I've made my feelings as open as a book.


I feel ugly, and wish to die

but people tell me they see beauty

So can you tell me who it is that lies?


Maybe its my reflection,

or maybe its the voice that's in the back of my head.

It's probably from my fear of rejection,

and possibly it's from the cry that wants me dead.


No matter what it is that shines a light on my flaws,

I wish I could overcome them all.


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