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voices of familiar faces
speak words not usually spoken
and there beneath awaits
this half talked truth behind iron gates
a smile of affection
to cover this less shown rejection
and here i stay
confused and frustrated
of not knowing who i am
willed to be
let alone who it is i am favored to see
but time can’t change
the damage i have made
impressions everlasting
a statement made in rage
and now this two sided guilt
breeding from outside and within
is too close for me to ever win
i wait patiently crying
for a realization to appear
not willing to face my greatest and oldest fear
and there they stand still
two directions for my one reflection
so choose between the rays
and know the inconsistent lights
are not always those things that look and shine bright