Journey Through the Mirror
I can't breathe
someone sewed up my throat
I can't breathe
someone zipped my lungs
I can't breathe
When people prefer others
The truth is I hate hanging around
this person who had the same name as me
Not just that
I hate how she is able to better represent the name that I was also given
she is the one people prefer, the one people call to
I am not able to live up to my name
I am not able to live up to my title like she is
And when I express these feelings of despair
only one person concerned themselves with me
They handed me a hand full of Cheetos
She told me not to be sad
But I wasn't sad at all
I figured I was more jealous than sad
I pondered further into thought
If she was able to live up to her title better than me
Than what am I suppose to do to live up to mine
It could be my misconception
I could have just deluded my perception of my self identity
I realized what made me unique
was no longer valid
my mind turned into a whirl pool of confusion
I was to find a new definition for who I was
I was to go on a journey on my own
I believe we all go through this journey
The journey through the mirror
To meet the ones we were suppose to be
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