A poem I wrote a couple years ago and completely forgot about until today, when I found it flipping through some old notebooks.
Look.
There, up ahead.
Who is that?
There, in the mirror.
Who is it?
What happened to her?
Where are they going?
What brought them here?
To this place?
This hell
I never though I'd be in.
Who is that?
In the mirror?
Is she me?
Is it?
I barely recognize her.
She's changed so much
From what she used to be
How did I end up here?
And if I could change it
. . . would I?
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