Dissociation, a dance I know too well,
A feeling that steals me, a living hell.
I see my reflection, a stranger's face,
A fractured soul in a broken place.

Mirrors are windows, they tell the truth,
A story of pain, a tale of proof.
I see the fragments, the pieces that don't fit,
A shattered reality, a soul in conflict.

The reflection mocks me, it laughs at my pain,
A constant reminder, I'm not whole again.

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