Reflection

I've tried so hard not to become you.

But, in all my tries, my fear has come true.

I've lost myself in all your lies.

I've made myself hollower with each compromise.

I've taken your image; taken every detail.

There is only one way that I will prevail.

What must I do, Lord, just to be set free?

When I look in the mirror, I want to see me.

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