My Face The mirror holds a face But it does not belong to me Those are not my eyes My lips are not nearly that large My usually chubby cheeks look gaunt And that nose is not as pointy as my own Tears scream out of the eyes that are not mine No matter how hard I cry This face is still not mine ... I’m ripped from my sleep My hands fly to my face like a jet Even in the darkness I can tell The fake me is gone This one is indeed my face Sarah Newmann
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