Poem looking in da mirror of me

As I look and gaz into the mirror, I pause, and see my external reflection, yet not the same way I see and feel inside. They collide…it and me, the real me, and the old me battling. What one wins? God knows, as I look into the mirror the old me fades, as I decide to be honest with myself, and fight for freedom. Freedom from it all, freedom from it, whatever it us? Or could it,
it be me…?
Only God knows.

Poem by Chrissie Christana
Poem looking in da mirror of me

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