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Looking in the mirror,

Not liking what I see.

Growing on the one hand,

The other wants to be three.



Wishing I was someone else,

Time goes by without my heart,

My body changing every day,

My soul tries to not fall apart.



Working so heart to grow and change,

Struggling to keep things ever the same,

Knowing my desires, they won't work,

But not quite able to end this game.



Getting down to the core,

I know is a must,

My heart is guarded ,

Afraid of crumbling to dust.



The pain that stops

My growth in its tracks,

Anger,   Fear  and disbelief,

Betrayal, desertion, stability lacks.



I can see down the road,

To call myself friend,

The path isn’t pleasant,

Rocky road to call myself friend.



I know the steps shown,

They say they will work.

But I’m not too sure,

I’m willing to feel that hurt.



Dig into my heart,

Feel to release, heal the pain.

Admit fear, sadness, anger,

The steps leading to cry again.



I have learned what I should,

Be seeing in the mirror.

But  my eyes are afraid,

To look past to the terror.



What will I do,

If past this wall I won’t get?

The whirlpool of chaos,

Instability my mind set.