Greetings

I was never really one to speak out

Often I find myself arguing with the person I see in the mirror everyday

And his tone is a bit different than me

He seems like somebody thats really smart

and the person on the other side of that mirror can only look back at me

he doesn't hear the people calling him those names

Stupids, idiot, retard, braindead.

i'm glad he cant hear them.

He still smiles.

I like him

and even tho the people on the other side of the mirror don't

thats okay. 

because at least at the end of the day i can come home and still see him smiling

Hes always gonna be happy

if he doesnt show it or feel like it

thats what I like about him

I like that hes not afraid to show that he can think outside the box

Hes not afraid to show who he is

Im not either.

But I still get afraid

Even if its just a little bit.

He still smiles.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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