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The Mirror Doesn't Lie
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March 2004 Poetry I find myself wondering,
asking who am I?
No one tells the truth,
but the mirror doesn’t lie.
~
I see someone insecure,
outside I laugh, inside I cry.
I’m so confused, please help me,
but no, you just watch me die.
~
When I need to find the answers,
mirror, I found this in you.
What’s ugly on the outside,
is ugly inside too.
~*~ Jill ~*~
