I don't want to look Into the mirror

because it lies to me...

I'm sure of it.

Yet,

I know I am behind the eyes in the mirror

I see my face

And know I'm in here somewhere

I  wonder

If

You were to pass me on the street

Old friend

Old Lover

Would you know me

Would you care that I am here

Or would you pass me by

And not know me at all.

I can't go back

I am locked inside this body

A young mind,

A seasoned soul,

Refusing to give in

or

To give up

On love

Or on life

I already know

What is is like to love

What it is like to die

 I Am Alone in here

And

I wonder

What the hell happened

To person I thought I was

Reality sinks in

And now

I think I am ready

For who I really am

 I am grateful

For the experiences

That I have lived

But more than that

I am most grateful

For the experiences

I have yet

To live.

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