Unsent Letters With Words Unsaid.

Their Meaning Of Beautiful.

Closing my eyes,

All I see is a room with a huge wall,

Mirror hanging on the wall, making me look at the person stuck in the mirror,

Oh well, it's none other than me,

but ;

I wonder how those eyes that shined once, is now that dull and pale

I wonder why I can't ever look at myself the way I look at sunsets,

I wonder where am I going wrong?

Why does it feel that entirety of my soul is scarred,

haunted by the memories flashing in the vision of my head,

But oh, I remember,

All these known faces

laughing at me like I am the best joke they ever heard,

I ask often why do they hate me?

Am I not worth more than their jokes?

The choice of their vocabulary

about the way they see me in their eyes,

About how I am flawed with every imperfection present in the universe,

and about how I can never fall in their meaning of beautiful,

The memories, eh,

The nightmares,

And so I break the mirror on the huge wall,

and stare at the broken shards of glass,

like I am able to see my soul in those tiny bits,

shattered, but beautiful,

just not their meaning of beautiful.