I am afraid
I am cowardly in my ignorance
like a fledgling scared to fly,
I clutch tightly to reality
like an old man fighting to die.
I break all mirrors out of fear
Of my truth in reflection
I run and run and run
To escape all introspection.
These shards create red truth
Bleeding any innocence of youth.
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