Disparaged, distraught and disgruntled
regrets, thoughts and torments are bundled
Every piece of peace seems to be fumbled
To hope and aspiration, I have surrendered
Yet I appear stout, brave and fortified
That's how I'm seen in their eyes
That's how the mirror reflects my plight
My feelings, my cracks and scars are disguised
My hopes turned bleak, my trusts are shattered
First, the people and now mirrors don't matter
For all turned liars, unworthy to believe
Judging my appearance, their verdicts deceive
Standing in front of mirror, holding my fears
Smiling through the glass, concealing my tears
Confessing it now, the fault isn't in the mirror
My griefs are too deep to be displayed clearer
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
Disparaged, distraught and disgruntled
regrets, thoughts and torments are bundled
Every piece of peace seems to be fumbled
To hope and aspiration, I have surrendered
Yet I appear stout, brave and fortified
That's how I'm seen in their eyes
That's how the mirror reflects my plight
My feelings, my cracks and scars are disguised
My hopes turned bleak, my trusts are shattered
First, the people and now mirrors don't matter
For all turned liars, unworthy to believe
Judging my appearance, their verdicts deceive
Standing in front of mirror, holding my fears
Smiling through the glass, concealing my tears
Confessing it now, the fault isn't in the mirror
My griefs are too deep to be displayed clearer
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