I glare at myself in the mirror

     Don't like what stares back at me

Residue of dirty stares and glares

      Burning my body alive in a mist of grey

i glare at myself in the mirror

      Don't like what I see


        I make a promise that day

        To be a better person

          A better me.                    

                                                 A stronger me

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