Reflection's of the Soul.
The world is my mirror, it reflects
a man not yet made, so much
pain and suffering reside, it will not
change till I change inside, acknowledge
what I am, an inflated ego, in denial
of my true self, my sentient being
suffocated by lies, this is the reflection
I see, this is what is inside of me,
and little by little the ego crumbles
away and is buried by all of its
crutches unfulfilled, the reflection changes
with not one soul killed.
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