When i stand in
front of a mirror,
i see my reflection
"bruised" and "battered",
the injuries not being
seen by mortal eye
so here's a conversation
with me
THE REAL ME: 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘
I curse it for being so naive,
i reprimand it for not
saying the right things
to me that time,
for not showing me this
picture of myself during that
period , when the devil possessed me..
THE MIRROR ME:𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘
I indeed told you that,
you were not doing the right thing
THE REAL ME: 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘
i suppressed those weak,
feeble voices that arose within me,
bringing down my elation..
but then , i had wanted that
high epitomising feeling more than
this bleak pin poking statement..
THE REAL ME: 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖘
why were you not too powerful
to overpower my descision??
THE MIRROR ME:𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘
When you yourself were too
weak to hold you own love,
how do you expect me to
be powerful??
after all i reside within you..
THE REAL ME HAS NOTHING TO SAY
, BUT STARE AT ITS OWN REFLECTION...
WELL, THIS IS THE CLOSEST POEM TO ME,
I HAVE WRITTEN TILL NOW...