In the mirror before me,
I saw a stranger.
Eyes were bloodshot,
As the mouth hung open.
There was a look in the eyes,
That seemed disarrayed.
As if some vision,
Had brought confusion.
Who is this person,
Invading this space,
Where I should stand,
Enjoying all my grace.
But wait, there is a stalemate,
That fate would bait.
For my actions of late,
Fit the stranger at bey.
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Michael Gallegos
Hi, I'm a multimedia artist. Writing is one of my interests. Hope to enlighten, inspire, and at least entertain.
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