every morning as I stand in front of mirror
I try so hard..jus a bit too hard..
To face my own reflection..
Oh whats this why m I in this anguish??
Is that I lack courage to face myself
Or is it that I m trying to pose
Pose something that’s not me…
Or I am afraid of disguise
That world would offer to me
When I am nothing but me…
Ohh…I cant recognize this reflection..
Is it a tear..or..
Is it the FOG..
The myst of falsehood…
Oh m tired coz my sleep could not
Carry away with it my regression my turmoil
My frustration..frustration towards the world that’s FAKE!!
…..and here it lays the new sunrise..
So energizing..splendid..beautiful n so bright..
Right in front of me..
I am back back in front of the mirror..
Right in front of my very own reflection..
N I proudly announce this is me…
Me myself..whatever be the adjectives
That are give by the people..
To whatever I feel..
My thoughts are mine
Coz its about them that I feel..
From the bottom of my heart..yes I am so close to them
They are very much mine..they are…
I respect my feelings..my thoughts…so do I respect myself..
Hey look the myst that was fake is vanished..
I am in peace in the world of my own…..