Category : Poems

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In the mirror...
I finally see the fake they all spoke of.
"You're nothing," an inner voice keeps ringing.
I get up hoping for a good day
Yet, during the day
Knowing what I've been
Feels like a needle stuck in my naked heel.

I'm climbing, I have been
For a long time now I think.
There's still no top in sight
So I think, "maybe change truly has no climax of height."
An infinite process throughout someone's life. 
The thoughts keep coming,
But at least everything that's coming
Hasn't all been so taxing.