One day you'll meet a person
Who, for no reason at all, doesn't like you
On sight.
It might be a teacher, it might be a boss
They might hold, for a moment, your future
In their hands.
The worst thing you can do is become
Who they think you are.
Forcefield their energy right back at them
and know
They will never be able to look at their
Reflection in the mirror,
and see who they really are.
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