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Funhouse Mirrors

Walking through those doors
Looking at those mirrors
Seeing a different me
Tall or short, fat or thin

I walk up to one
And look closely
I do not see the real me
Just the outside

In the inside
There are things
That no one understands
About me

Only I know
What I am like
And no weird mirror
Can change that

So I walk away
From those mirrors
More confident
Than I was before

I am who I am
Through and through
Nothing can change that
Not even you





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