What is the image staring back
A grimace masking hopeless hack?
A sycophantic mewling beast
Who gives the most, yet takes the least?
Perhaps a shadow fading fast
Invisible to all that pass
A visage that lacks any shape
All sense of joy has made escape
When you gaze into psychic mirror
Does what stare back grow dim or clearer?
Does it reflect what’s there inside
Your spirit, does it shrink and hide?
Have pressures lurked with crafty stealth
Made you turn into something else
So that with time you’ve realized
You’ve lived a life in full disguise
When other’s needs you’re always meeting
It’s your self-worth that takes a beating
That voice within wants to be heard
“Shape up! Be proud!” it’s always urged
Cast all pretense aside and shine
For laurels you no longer pine
They won’t be granted without cost
And won’t replace what gist you’ve lost
You must trust what you know is true
The only thing that counts… is YOU!
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