Dare I, In-To-Me-See?

There's a feeling

I notice sometimes I

Don't want to claim it

As mine.

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Yet on occasion I dare

Open a window and stare,

At the unhappy me

I seem to be.

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Quickly I flee from any

Self in-to-me-see, and

From possibilities

Of self-alchemy.

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For how can I face unhappy me

If I wake up to see

The choice I've had

All along to be the me

I think I want to be?