MIRROR

 Been here for a while, staring at the mirror,

wondering who this direful being is.

The lies I wear has made the truth so ugly,

that I barely recognize the man in the mirror. 

I can't help but be the canvass of ugly colours.

Staring at the mirror again, uncertain about the future,

I care not what people say about my looks,

I just wanna live a happy life, repeating the circle of self-pity, disdain, feign a smile and stare at the mirror as I watch myself fade to grey.

I'm sick, tired of the puppet master pulling strings & playing inside my head.

the society call me a weirdo, a spooky person,

and like a parasite, it's eating me up. 

I've tried wearing a fake mask, but somethings you just can't hide.

Standing before the mirror, smile, pretending to be normal,

I kick back from the mirror, unwrap the bandage to embrace my bloodshot eyes.

the truth is, fate is something that we just can't fight.

© GrEaTnEsS 🦁