Many nights I caught myself staring at my reflection

Almost like there was a disconnection between who I am, where I stand and who I seen in this mirror in front of me

Imperfections are all I see on this face of mine, it's far from angelic, like many see it as

Everything through out the years I was made to endure, written on my pale porclein skin, these are my own personal scars

Wanting someone to read my soul, just so someone understands

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