If I could be someone different,
who would I be?
The honest man in the mirror
hates the cracks in my personality,
reflecting a pattern of broken hearts.
My lips lock with imperfection,
a memory I can’t backtrack or replace
hovers above the deep well of depression.
A liar stalks my self-esteem and whispers
the memory of losing our virginity,
which is something I can’t shake.
If I could be someone else,
I’d get out of my head.
(© 2022 AC)
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