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I never intended on posting any of my poems in my blog posts, but currently this last one is very much so where I am at right now in life. I’m rediscovering things in myself, and I’m defining who I am for the first time, it seems. It’s not brilliant, but it’s what was in my head.

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I’m in a box made of mirrors.
A box made of faces of me.
and slowly I’m finding,
I don’t know who it is I see.

My insides are dancing,
the parts that make my heart beat.
My thoughts are twisting,
the thoughts that change perspectives.

I’m in a box made of mirrors,
a box made to depict me.
And slowly I’m questioning,
the purpose of what I see.

My insides are dancing,
the parts that make me want to sing,
My thoughts are twisting,
into things I’ve never seen.

I’m sitting in this box,
made of reflective glass.
I can’t remember who put me here.
I can’t remember my name.
I just see a face.

This person says things I’ve never said.
This person understands what I can’t comprehend.
This person said their name was “knew”.
Because they knew me,
because I was new to them, too.

I’m in a box made of mirrors.
A box made of faces of me.
and slowly I’m finding,
I don’t know who it is I see.

In a box made of mirrors.
A box made of faces of me.
A thousand different angles.
I don’t know who it is I see.

I don’t know if I like this.
I don’t know if I hate this.

I guess we’ll see.

My insides are dancing,
the parts that make my heart beat.
My thoughts are twisting,
the thoughts that change perspectives.

My insides are dancing,
the parts that make me want to sing,
My thoughts are twisting,
into things I’ve never seen.

I’m in a box made of mirrors,
a box made to depict me.
And slowly I’m questioning,
the purpose of what I see.

I guess we’ll see.

~

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