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In my reflection a stranger stares back
It’s not my face for its soul seems so black
A stranger who exists in a world so cold
And staring me down in a manner so bold
This person can’t be who I have become
This tortured soul who learned to be so numb
Joy seems drained and smiles are so few
Laughter is gone and sorrow seeps through
I watch in disbelief as this face starts to cry
Feeling the tears run down, my cheeks no longer dry
For this face reflected is my own
It is my own sorrow that is shown