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Shadows in the Mirror

Have I really been working on myself or did I just change from my work clothes to something more comfortable Is this depression or is it just the pigment of my skin Can I defeat you, detach from you or are you so fingerprinted to my thoughts that I'm simply running away from me Sometimes I wish I could just escape me, myself wears a mask, and I am tired of getting dressed up just to still feel down I'm black said my mind, I live in the shadows of sadness watching the sunlight from a distance If only the heat from the suns smile would kiss me, maybe it would melt away my sadness I'm black said my words, followed by you're different, they won't accept you, you don't fit in I'm black says the mirror looking at a reflection of depression I get so lost in my waning emotions my waxing moon can barely breathe It's so cold that even the rays of light feel sad I'm black, I'm depressed, I'm black, I'm oppressed, I'm black I'm obsessed with the idea of my feelings living on equal ground I'm black, I'm depressed the two interchange while beginning to sound the same so much so I took depressions last name When I look at me I see one broken piece I can't find the rest of the lyrics to my song, maybe it's because the writer will never finish it Maybe it's because I didn't cry enough to water my heart I'm black, I'm dirt, but my soil is killing the last remaining rose I am a rose with bloody red regrets for petals, I put my failures on a pedestal So, every time I tried to look up it got me nowhere I'm lost and I keep letting the grey line give me directions, because there's a thin line between joy and happiness, and in the middle is pity where you can find me I'm black so they think I stole these 5 minutes of happiness, and so what if I did everyone deserves 15 minutes of fame and mine is coming soon But right now, I just want to smile and actually feel the laughter hold me instead of the facade that hugs me like a long embrace This morning I stopped running and looked depression in the face My mind is not yours it is the Lord's p.s. let the battle begin

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