Gazing upon the mirror's glass,
An unfamiliar face I now amass.
Adorned in hues I hold so dear,
Yet still, a stranger, I must peer.
They claim it's me, this face to own,
But in those eyes, I feel alone.
A reflection foreign, not my own,
Echoing movements I've never known.
A silhouette that clings so tight,
A shadow lurking, day and night.
Only in darkness does she subside,
Away from my sight, she shall hide.
She is not I, I firmly decree,
This mirage of who I'm meant to be.
For I am but a boy, forever true,
Not the girl they profess I should pursue.
So let the mirror's lies be cast,
And my true essence shine steadfast.
No longer fooled by the deceit,
A truer reflection I now meet.
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My attempts at poetry....
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Are met with blank stares As I struggle to convey Emotions and thoughts with care Rhyme schemes and syllables I twist and I bind Hoping one day to find The perfect words to unwind
