I really think
That in spite of
myself
You have neglected
To comprehend
Who I really am.
I'm finally
Reflecting truth
But your eyes are
blind
You don't see me
You see what you
Need to see
So, all of me
Prepares to flee
And hide once again
Beneath a blanket of
lies
Keeping me warm
From your
notoriously
Frigid nights.
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