imposter
There was a glimpse of myself in the mirror,
My skin; the same complexion, my eyes, my hair.
And yet I cannot recognize my voice as I speak,
When my teeth chatter out the words from my mind,
It is as if my control has slipped away.
Living mechanically with the enslavement of my own mind.
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