Before the Mirror
Before the mirror,
realize myself, mutant...
ancient of the past,
star of the future...
still wanting
to live... !
But every day,
I look at myself and
I feel weird...
Every day I feel
not belonging
to this world...
An alien!
who kidnapped
my identity...?
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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