Window Personality
Broken
Stripped of all I am
Searching for an identity
In my recycling bin
My eyes metamorphosed
As the years passed
My skin eroded like sediment
In a wicked wind
And now my mind is fragile
Affected by everything
It's when I look at the window
I see a reflection of my face
But what I see
Fills me with anger
So I leave the window
Broken
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