Weigh Me

I see a reflection I do not remember

an image so sick, it made me shudder

glowing skin no longer available

scars and marks they do become lighter 


I frown to the thing in front of me

much to my suprise, it did copy me

turning away would not make it go away

breaking the glass does not free me


People have come to sit down and talk

Equipped with all their demons

I take a bite on the piece of bread

as I lay bare my honest self


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