Before a mirror; broken with a curve
I stood and saw myself; thoroughly confused
Through the distorted form I have now
Been allotted by myself.
I was not myself myself,
I was a split self myself
I had one eye; bigger
I had a half face; bigger
Then as myself moved my mirrored self a little away from myself
Two eyes appeared; both in half
But in half, different halves:
One was above the other
And I saw my true self through the mirror of a broken me;
I was incomplete; a burnt being buried in the ashes of his real form,
Set ablaze by the burden of his own confused flames.
What am I, am I me, or myself me?
Am I my broken mirrored self
Or myself a mirror of my broken self?
Which am I?
Unknown?
Which am I?
Unknown?
Maybe my known self is unknown to how to own himself.
Maybe, just maybe.
I shed tears but myself in the mirror did not.
Maybe, just maybe.
I shed tears but myself in the mirror did not.
12-12-15
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