Twelve pairs of eyes,
looking at me
Who should I choose?
Who will I be?
Twelve reflections
moving in sync
I know now,
that I choose me
Shatter the glass,
Let nothing last,
From now on
I'll be me.
A/N: Just in case you didn't read the description, I own all of the poetry I write in this book unless I say otherwise.
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