Reflection
These thoughts that I think
The words that I say
The things that I write
They all come to play
Never the where or
Never the when but
Always the pain
It comes from within
Pen to the page
The words come with ease
A feeling of rage
Just go away please
These thoughts that I sow
The words seem to spite
For whom I don't know but
The mirror just might.
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