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Dec 2021
I stare in the mirror and I hate what I see
There stands a girl smiling, but she isn’t me

Who is this girl who I see her reflection?
Not a scar, not a blemish, or any imperfection

She has Brown Hair, Brown eyes, and Dark complexion
That’s not the issue,  that’s not the discretion

She is strong. She is pretty. She’s brave I clearly see.
But something is missing, this girl, she still is not me.

I keep staring at her longer and longer, I know her inside and out,
However, when i stare at her, something still feels left out

She looks so beautiful wearing the dress, bow, and the heels
But Inisde I want to *****, this doesn’t feel real

The sun has now set and i'm Alone in the dark,
This mirrors reflection feels like a dagger to the herat

I've stood and pondered at this mirror all day
I feel choked, and blocked and have a clogged airway

In order to breath, I punch the glass and shout
“Everyone seems so happy, why am I left out?”

I look at my knuckles all covered in blood and bruised
I’ve figured it out now, I’m not confused.

Breaking the mirror make me look broken and shattered
And that’s exactly the point, that’s exactly the matter

I am broken, because the pieces don’t fit quite right
She is me, but also she's not, that’s the problem, the problem in sight

I ran down the stairs and I grabbed my scissors
I didn’t show weakness, I wasn’t a quitter

I chopped and I buzzed, and I threw all my hair on the floor
This was the end of the battle, I have won the war

The reason she was a stranger,
Was the reason I had so much anger

The reason I felt so wrong
Was the reason I had to be so strong


The reason I didn’t recognize the person looking back at me
Was because she was he, and he wasn’t free

But he was now, he had finally broke out
He was loud, and very much alive, there was no doubt

I stared at the mirror again with pieces missing all about
This had taken 24  years, why did I block him out?

I finally see, everything so clear and true
He was so handsome, If only I had knew

Broken and damaged ,Mirror Mirror, on my wall
Dominic, that’s it, that is what I will be called
Dominic Blair
Written by
Dominic Blair  FTM/Dayton
(FTM/Dayton)   
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