No matter how hard i try to conceal this shame.I can’t silence the echountil I know the sourcefrom which it came.It emanates from close by.Yet this source of the soundconveys a meaning I don’t recognize.What does it mean?“The only value you find is in the reflection you see? Consumed in selfish obsession, your wisdom is but a fallacy. Self righteous, beloved, contagious disease. You’re truly unwelcome yet why can’t you see? ”These wailing pleas exist to mock me. Enunciated from the depth of my heart in another.This is a pain not meant for the weary to muster. Corroded teeth and cracked lipsutter repugnant slurs,I can feel you close.Yet only my ears hear not of your words.The congregation is engorged, you have their attention and their echo is heard.Who I am is who I am.Who I become is not for you to choose.Only for you to view.Do not stand by my side.Do not bask in the warmth of my light.Renounce your claim to my nameas if I never knew you.I can see your fear insidebut misdirection will notremove it from your mind.Focus on the reflection you see.Speak of yourself only.Not of negativity.
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