As I look into the mirror:
My reflection screams at me,
Her fingers press against the glass,
She longs to be set free.
She runs her hands against the glass,
A futile gesture, she's trapped,
And from her fights to be released,
Her palms and feet are chapped.
And as I dream, she tries to change,
And make me let her out,
But even then I resist the swing,
For I still hear her desperate shout.
Tears are at her eyes and cheeks,
Her pleas starting anew,
I can't set my other side free now,
For I'm afraid of what she'll do.
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