Dichotomy

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Who I am, is something more, than what I see.

Looking in the mirror, the person looking back, ain't me.

I try to fight, the demons in my mind, it's hard to recognize, when I'm falling.

Do you hear the sound, of me falling out, or my soul falling down?

I'm scared I'll admit, but I'm too weak for this.

Listen, and listen well, I'm loud, but my mind is trapped within this shell, 

and it's quiet. 

I can't find it.

I can't find who I am, and I'm scared I'll fall again.

My arms are burning and my heart is hurting, stop rubbing it in my face.

I know I'm flawed I know I'm scared, and I feel so out of place.