As the weakend

Attempt to stand

The cold wind of progression

Causes their downfall

Taken what was theirs

Now you call it yours

Your thievery justified

By legislation and might

The control of majority

Never ceases to overpower

The wounded and unfortunate

Left for dead without a second thought

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looking deep into a mirror

The image frightens you

What you've become

Your own obstacle

The burden placed

On your shoulders

Causes guilt to flow

Through a once deadend soul

Which took so much

From so many others

One choice is left

To take from yourself

What they worked

So hard to achieve

Taken by your hand of disdain

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And as you realize

That the mirror doesn't lie

And the self you imagined

Is yet another fantasy

And as realization takes it's toll

A cold feeling overwhelms you

And you've become

Your own obstacle