Hallways full of broken mirrors

(RE)flective Spin

I don’t understand,

People surround me, waiting to critique every move I make

Yet they themselves are blind.


I don’t understand,

Their faces are skillfully painted

yet their hearts are discarded and black.


I don’t understand,

Words sweeter than sugar

Pointed teeth full of cavities.


I don’t understand,

They classify, define, and degrade themselves

Stepping into stereotypes like shoes.


I don’t understand,

Crowded hallways take me to my future

Yet they stand still.


I don’t understand, for I am not.

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