Finding

Finding

 

Somewhere

Between airbrushed photos
And toothpaste spotted mirrors
Among the pages of a diary
That developed into a shameful memoir

When

Every mistake became an apology to my future self
With an already broken promise to do better

Adolescence developed on an assembly line
Moving too fast to jump off safely

I began
Taking compliments with a grain of salt
So each was a bitter truth not worth believing

Forgetting the only things supposed to be remembered
And looking for answers in known untruths

Finding yourself implies
That you have somehow been lost
An impossible feat
When a reflection always marks the spot

The trick is remembering
that sometimes blindfolds disguise themselves as darkness
And it’s impossible to see what is around you
When you don’t even know it’s there

 

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