Being you trying to be me is exhausting. Am I taller, stronger? I don't see that reflection. I only see you, trying to be me.
And I can't compete. I'll lose that race, you're the best me, I can be.
The mirror only shows me what I need to change
how much I have gained
my difference
my ordinariness
my ... whiteness
Being you trying to be me hurts more everyday, you curse it and blame me but try to be the same as me. I fall, cut and cry.
Not an object or desired, my life is 16 and tired. My creativity is killing me as it breaks my ability to sit through the same tired class, class wars, class stores, classless scores. I'm poor.
The mirror only shows me what I need to change
how much I have gained
my difference
my ordinariness
my ... whiteness
And I can't compete. I'll lose that race, you're the best me, I can be.
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