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Ashamed of what I am

My step was light
my thoughts were fleeting
until I caught
my own reflection.

Betray me not,
mirror, friend?
Why can you not
show within?

I hate what I see.
I hate what I see!
Why am I
who I have to be.

I play like I’m one of them,
but when we stand side by side
I feel ashamed. I give in.
I withdraw. I run and hide.

They must be mocking me!
Tell her she’s beautiful, they snicker.
He caresses my body,
the room erupts in quiet laughter.



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