Sometimes I laugh when I look at myself. I see the beauty in me and then I catch a beast.
People say that I need a mirror to see myself. I'm already there can you see it?
Can you believe, can you step to what I'm saying?
No you cannot you're feared,
your weak,
pitiful,
sorry to disposed,
yet not forgettable.
There's never a beast in somebody there's always beauty when you look in that mirror there's no beast when you look,
you can always change at what you look. now tell me of what you see.
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Poetry From A Mind Of Growth
PoetryIt's about Androids and Artificial intelligence thinking process and what they might be. Read if you dare and see if you can handle the darkness and shed light on this story
