A room to two way mirrors is my fate,
with strangers looking at me,
dissecting my body & mind
with their cold eyes
and even colder words
Forced to deal with their cynical
views of those that surround me
they entrap me in their rocks
of self-consciousness
But despite the empty stares
and demeaningly harsh words,
I untangle myself from their
webs of destroyed dreams
then, break the two-way mirrors
they watch my every move with.
I didn’t re receive a spider bite,
or a cut from the broken glass.
Instead a world of refugees like me
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