A fear of rejection
Because you believe
during further inspection
That there is nothing
more
In you just a shallow
shore
You pass by everyday
With a swirling heap
of gray
Hoping, praying that
you’ll find
A person similar to
your peace of mind
And you think
Every time you go to
your shrink
With 7 billion souls
Your chances have some type of control
And that leaves you
Into a state askew
Just standing back
Looking through a mirror what you lack
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