*Written with a mirror's perspective.*
Other people, Are all I see. Only other people, But what about me? I give you so much, Your reflection now known, But what about me? Can I see my own? I get cleaned, then ignored, For eternity it seems. Sometimes you’re satisfied, Others I hear screams. But what about me? So selflessly alone. Forever is my friend, And your perception is my throne. Other people, That’s all I get to see. Yet all you ask is, "But what about me?"
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