Who am I weakened with despair
Hair of raven wing
Skin soft and smooth
Who am I ripe with imperfections
Nails too sharp
Scars on my hands
Who am I in the eyes of everyone else
Self-respect, or lack there of
Too distant, too separate from the world
Who am I
I try to grasp
Then find the answer slip away
The eyes are the gateway to a soul
Can’t you see mine are empty?
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