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The mirror speaks words I can’t hear,
I see my reflection, but it’s unclear,
So I turn to you
To tell me who I am,
To tell me my role.
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And it scares me.
And it torments me.
It’s all that’s there
When I look into my soul
When I try to find faith.
The mist shrouds the world in mystery,
Obscuring the obvious.
The sun still tries to shine through it all,
As if it’s curious
I watch a butterfly
Filling me with joy.
And then I forget
That I had to open
My eyes to feel it.
It’s no secret you have a story
That you’d prefer not to tell
So you cover it up with silence,
But your silence is no good
At keeping secrets.
I suppose we’re not all that alike,
You and I.
But would you teach me how to be?
I have never once seen you cry
Before the lights.
Would you show me how to find my peace?
Dewdrops on blades of green,
Show me a new dream
Before you disappear,
Remind me why I’m here.
I watch you falling through the trees,
Filtering through the leaves,
All so willing to fall with you.
I’d say that I’m cursed,
For I can’t always use my voice.
I’d say that I don’t love,
But we both know that’s not right.
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