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Camellia Dec 2013
Reflection, you aren't me.
I know your beauty, but it's your flaws I see.
The you in the mirror, the me in my head
Seem like they could never be wed.

Your eyes, they change, your cheeks are flushed,
Your skin remains freckled, but your spirit is hushed.
You seem so off, like something's wrong
And has been wrong all along.

So strong the song of emotions I feel,
I suppose that's what you want to conceal.
Conceal that they're real, you pesky reflection,
Pretend that will get you perfection, connection

You can fool the others all you want,
Just please remember that it's me you haunt.
You looking off makes me seem tainted,
Imperfect, unfinished to those with whom I'm not acquainted.

Even when I feel lively to me you seem dead.
We're not alike, the you in the mirror, the me in my head.
Refelection, you aren't me.

— The End —