Perhaps,
I’ve always been right.
Somewhere. Some place.
My soul has whispered this:
I’m just a fake.
A pretence.
It’s all just a performance
to fit into all society labels.
Right—
A coat of white and black—cliché, right?
But forgetting,
there are always shades of gray.

Where things outside the box of what’s called “right”
don’t always seem so wrong.
A bearer of quiet light would agree.
So I let that settle in.

I act on impulse.
I seek help—but find none.
So I bend. Twist. To fit their gaze.
And behind those locked doors…
I give in.
I numb my way
out of feeling too much
and just never enough
for a world suffused with shattered glasses.

Afterwards…
I lie still.
Let the not-so-strangers come.
Guilt and regret drape my neck
like rocks tied to a chain,
pressing the air from my lungs,
as every breath inhaled—a battle.

Little liquid.
Little sobs.
My face wields them all.
Torn from inside out.
But it stays hidden.

Once, I gave up.
Once, I quit.
I looked in the mirror,
But I couldn't recognize the figure staring back at me—
A failure, a quitter.

My head swelled with thoughts,
Guilt draped my neck like a heavy chain.
My chest tightened, each breath a battle.
My eyes wandered in the silence,
The throbbing of my heart loud enough to be heard across town.

Silent rivers flowed freely, wetting my cheeks.
I turned to the mirror again—
Its cracks mirrored the ones in me.
This time, I was broken, shattered, lost.
I just want to be me.
I want to give my best, but my best has never been enough.

Feelings of low self-esteem creep in.
Guilt shimmers in every word I speak.
Regret follows my every action.
I am frightened of myself—
I have become my worst enemy.

"Help me help us," I whispered, torn—
"You and I, the past and the future—
We can't keep breaking apart."


The silence lingered.
Then, something stirred within me.
A flicker, small but steady.
The mirror didn’t just reflect my pain—
It showed a fighter, bruised but breathing.

I wiped my tears.
I stood a little taller.
Maybe I had lost myself before,
But I could still find her again.

I am not just my failures.
I am not just my regrets.
I am the fire that refuses to go out.
And this time, I won’t quit.

                          Hephzy [D.I.C]