Out of the Dark

I'm scared of what you are, of what you represent,

You reflect back at me everything I fear and can not control,

Why? Why is it so hard to let go,

To accept the things I have no power over or sway,

You are the embodiment of everything I am afraid of,

I can't change you,

I can't fight you,

I can't make you bow to me,

I can't keep you,

Will it be easier when you are gone?

When I no longer have my mirror in front of me?

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