Me
Mirror, mirror on the wall
As the cool winds begin, from Fall
A looming figure stood over me, skinny and tall
The face covered with a garment, suppressing a call
“Help,” I hear a faint whisper, “nothing is good, nothing at all”
“You are not worthy, you look like a rag doll”
The figure made me feel so small, suddenly she began to scrawl
‘I AM’ the letters were scratched on the wall
I close my eyes and try to stall
My eyes opened and written on the wall,
Was ‘YOU’, and in my hands, lay my shawl
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