Staring at myself in the mirror
All filled up with thoughts benign
I reminisced  Irene’s glorious life
And contemplated the journey of mine

Irene was charismatic, he had the following
I wanted to be like him and fit in his shoes
So I started working harder and sweating in the gym
Hoping all this would create a breakthrough

I was inching closer towards Irene
My life improved significantly
I was flying, and swaying on my feet
With  renewed confidence and energy

Until one day, as I stared at Irene’s nebulous twin
I yearned to see myself,
Irene be damned
I felt comfortable in my own skin

Even if I do magically turn into Irene,
Could Irene ever become like me?

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