Rise

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I looked in the mirror hoping to find myself,

The love in me as my fears manifest.

Am I too pretty or am I too sad?

Drowning in self-pity or is this confidence?

Loathing myself as narcissism takes over,

Judging my body like last night’s leftovers.

Deep inside a revelation strikes,

Should I be myself or what everyone likes?

A person with my own thoughts, 

A warrior with scars of battle fought.

The world may think what it wants,

I’ll enjoy my victory stride.

I am not a puppet of opinion,        

Rather a person with hopes and emotions. 

Too blind to see beyond the horizon,

Hopes and wants lead my commotion.

Chasing after one and then the other prize,

From dust to dust, from ashes I rise.