In order to get the full effect of the format, I have attatched a photo.
The reflection in the mirror looks back at me The paradoxical personality hidden
Behind a face
Lost in the crowd
I shiver to think of those eyes The same
But after a moment's pause
I realize that my Personality
Is just one of the many
(Social) armor sheilds
My jewlers, a culture
Blinded by Insecurities
Lacking in What I am and have,
For it is not accepted by society.
But that only encourages me
To find myself in everyday
And my luster shines
So long as I feel who I am despite the facade.
My girdle facets fit
Into the smiles and manners
I discover my cheerful disposition,
My pavilion facets sit
In the rusted band
I cultivate my passion for justice,
And my culet rests
With the point
In the heart
I pursue my dedicated determination,
Realizing my own hopes and desires.
I am a person shaped by the very boundries by which I am imprisoned.
I am the modern
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