Where all there is is you
You and your body
You and your shape
Inescapable
Your face, your head, your eyes, your mouth
You look away and see yourself
Turn your gaze and there you are
Confrontational, uncomfortable
You begin to doubt your reality
Where do you begin and end?
Which of you defines you?
Does every reflection hold your soul?
You can't find the door anymore
Can't escape from the oppressiveness of you
Your sink to your knees as someone laughs
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