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Insomnia and Introspection

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I look into the mirror to see how I look and it's your face and your eyes staring back at me.
I open my mouth to speak my truth, but it's your voice that escaped instead of mine.
Initial recognition takes time as I look upon abstract portraits.
Abnormal shapes, strange lines, and forms until I realize the person I'm looking into, is me.
The person I strongly dislike is me. The catalyst to this storm is me. 
The devil that comes to steal joy when light shines too bright is me.
There are thoughts and feelings and opinions that I own.
The very essence of my sun is crying to break free.
Searching spiritedly for the safe space or the confidence to be unapologetic and bold,
whichever comes first or maybe the a combination of the two.
Remnants of the higher self can be spotted trailing a shadow.
To blanket that which is exposed and vulnerable with 
a giant orb dancing through space and time.
Relief is short lived as the image staring back at me, again
appears to not be my own. 
Seeking for a truth that is genuinely mine and mine alone. 

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