Room Full Of Mirrors

Lock me in a room full of mirrors.
So that, I can see myself a little more clear.
What is the problem, which everyone sees?
But, I don’t understand, I fear.

All the mirrors in the room
Can’t lay down the pin
On anything that is off line.
All I see is the same face and skin.

I even tried sinking in,
Going down deep and deep.
But everything was exactly the same,
Nothing different, not even an inch.

I have tried and looked quite hard.
But I am still searching for that flawed part.
So, again and again lock me in a room full of mirrors.
I will try harder and harder to see myself more clear.

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