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Used to be a man of magnificence, frightened but bold
A radiant flower - fed by the greatest stories ever told

Used to be the one not ashamed
Now he’s the one, alone in his shaming

Used to be a porcelain doll, so self-contained so whole
Now broken into a million pieces, scattered like brilliant pearls across the ocean floor

Lost in all the battles I fought, the battles fought within this man
Used to breathe rainbows, now spit bullets without a plan

The man in the mirror is all I see,
The man in the mirror staring back at me
Arms stretch forward and grab me by the neck
Is he reaching out for me? My sneering self of doom and wreck 

“Have a voice like the wind and a heart like the rain
Failing the essence of a young comrade, spare me the worsening pain”

He bawls and howls until he loses control
I’m choking, it’s suffocating, stops until in my throat he drills a hole 

“You little pansy of cowardice, return me back my youthful soul”
Rips out my heart, straight through the middle of my throat
Pulls out the golden letters, the ones for the kings and queens I once wrote 

Whispers them silently until I hear myself
Says them out loud until I believe it's but myself
Screams them aloud and I begin to yearn myself
Cries and cries them out, until no tear I can shed
The man in the mirror then retreats back to his abode
Reminiscing me and the high horse I once rode 

Trapped in the mirror, the man has accomplished his task
Convincing every inch of my happy soul to take off my face, the mournful mask.

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