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What we see
I sit here in sickly silence and endlessly wait
I feel the slowing heartbeat and curse our fate
When I see that being staring back at me
It brings me to tears; I'm shown what it can be
You try but you will never understand this
I try to break the truth with an iron fist
However it seems that I'm just not that strong
Even after being tortured, tormented for this long
I don't care that you won't listen, even if you try
I won't make it easy; every breath I take is a lie
So why should I care what looks back at me here
Why do I notice the screams or the putrid stench of fear?
They can run from this, it's so easy for them to flee
But to me it's a sight that, even if I was blind, I would see
Don't lie to me; I live in a world where lies are my truth
You can't fool me; I'm more an adult than an ignorant youth
So you see I know why these people stare and cower
I see it in glass, water and mirror, they hold the same power
What they fear is what I destroy this world to hide
This me, this evil in which only I can hope to confide
poem
by
Rebecca Pepper
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