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i look in the mirror, what is this i see,

me? or my father,
who i choose not to be?

i've good intentions, i intend to please,

yet see, i'm just an image,

of the man before me,

i don't mean to complain, with no mean to burden,

this problem proceeds to exceedingly worsen,

my memorys like glass, in shattered shards,

gluing its self back together, re-living my past

what i am i'm not proud of, what i've done i can't change,

i can't change myself, i just stay the same,

i don't want these demons, they reside in my genes,

i try to deny access, they just seep through the seams,

they live inside me, they are inside my head,

there beauty astonishing, not what you'd expect,

they tempt me, they haunt me, i can't seem to win,

i scream, DO NOT TAUNT ME! they reply with a grin,

some would call me crazy, i guess i concur,

my mind is confusing, my mind is my curse,

i hate what i'm looking at, i hate what i see,

i hate this man in the mirror, i hate that it's me.