If people aren’t like you
What are they like?
If I’m not like you
What am I like?
people can see me
Can’t they?
I should ask them
“What am I like?”
I need to hear flatteries
Saying nothing about me is just as bad as
Shame triggering poisonous attacks
makes me try harder
to be lovable
Like other people
My reflection’s off
I was trapped in the mirror
The fire of my awareness
Melted the hard walls
allowing me to see
Different directions
Into a maze
The journey is a labyrinth
my psycho experience
my somatic experience
No longer frozen in a reflection
I feel ablazed with sensations.





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