Your small minds crush mine in iron hands
Your factory floor boots trudge.
And stamp on me. Make me smaller smaller smaller less and less of myself.
The mirror shows a faded face. You scrub its surface with caustic bleach. Scrub me away.
Keep scrubbing if you like. One day the mirror will be clear.

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