Reflection of myself

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I'm in my bedroom,
drawing and writing like I usually do.
I'm listening to music from the side of my bed,
but this is the image of something inside my head.

Sometimes my brain is like a mirror,
making me see the reflection I want to see.
Kind of like how I wish my life wasn't so hectic,
although I know reality can't be replaced.

My brain can also see things that are not there,
things like my own image,
what my personality is,
and doubt myself everyday.

It causes me to feel like I'm losing friends,
it causes me to feel like a failure.
It's a source of all my mental disorders,
including the anorexia I suffer to this day.

The thing is though,
that's the reality of everything.
Sure my mind can be a mirror,
but it also loves to reflect the true person I am inside.

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