An Image
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Category : Poems
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Standing before a mirror, I cant see what others see, I can't imagine what it is Cause I just see plain ol' me. (Pours water upon my face) as I proceed to notice more, Maybe mirrors are the reason, As to why I'm so insecure. My face is wierd, my torso is small and I could make a list. I'm pretty sure it's just my prospective, that makes me so oblivious, But, I'm standing before a mirror and still can't see what it is.