There is someone else inside of me,
But that someone is also me
Like a distorted mirror
I don't recognize my own reflection.

I like what I see
It just isn't me.

I think she's beautiful,
I think she is me, sometimes.

I don't know what I think anymore,
I can't recognize what I want to feel,
From what I think I feel, and what I really feel.

Sometimes the mirror shows me.

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A little bit about the author :

Name : R.J.R.

Pronouns : She/They/He

Age : 18

Location : France

I’m a writer, a poet, a photographer, a painter : all in all, I create. I’ve always loved to and I always will. For me it equals existing, it’s how I share my experience and it’s how I cope with my existence.

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