I look in the mirror as if I'm going to find myself behind it
Day in,Day out
The person in the reflection grows more and more unfamiliar.
Is pain meant to make us forget who we are?
Do we,ourselves even know who we were before?
I cannot love anyone before I love myself but who am I?
Am I the abstract painting on the wall?
With the looks of beauty but the message of pain?
Am I the sad hawker on the side of the street?
Searching for that bit of happiness in an empty jar?
No.
I am nothing

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