Why do I run from this man in the mirror?
Wipe as I might it only fogs up never getting clearer.
Why do we give in so easily to what we are fed?
This is all true thoughts coming from my head.
Looking for an outlet.
Feeling smothered in shit.
Shaking like an earthquake.
I swear this life is as fair as a politician's handshake.
I'm tired but each day I learn how much more I can take.
Looking in the mirror.
Life's never been clearer.
©budmac38
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