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My face is all they see, They stare and wonder not much, They see me kind... And hopeful and everything they want to see. Sometimes the mirror lies, My face is a divisive tool that fools, It has a story, not a neat one but it tells who I am, My face is not fine yet you look and judge And fit me in your own little image! My face is a coincidence, A yinyang of both good and bad, I look at it but I fail to see me, Like the shores of an ocean it changes and loses shape. But it doesn't change who I am inside... My face is false and may have no grace, It may not even hold pride for the person I am. Sometimes it is as sunken as the stones beneath the waters, Sometimes it is as high as the clouds and I like it then, Sometimes it wonders between the line of what makes me me, Yet through all this, I know that I am who I think I am. |
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