I am me.

I’m not one to cry

I’m not one to be put on a pedal stool 

I am an imbalance sense of self

Like an old time clock that needs rewinding

Like a doormat that’s used to being walked on, now tethered  

I am just the reflection you make me to be

But I am neither nor

Like a fish who drowns in water

A breath that forgets to breathe

A facade of what defines make believe

I am what you see in my false semblance. 

I am my worst enemy. 

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