Why doesn't the reflection show me who I want to see
Because it shows you who you are
not who you want to beBut is that really true
Or just an illusion of the blueWhen I look into the glass
There's someone with eyes gleamlessI glare at it , it glares back
But in a moments gap it cowers backIs it afraid ,or am I that scary
In my presence why does it bocome wary ?How do you know its the reflection who's wary ?
Can't it be you who finds the mirror scary !Isn't the mirror a reflection of mine ?
If I am really gleamy why
Doesn't its eyes shine ?Do you even know you're looking the right way ?
If you are in a reflection house or have a mirror hall at your bay ?Where else do I find me ?
Aren't these the two places where I can see ?Why do you believe it's only two of these ?
Why not stop probing out and peek inside for your ease .As if I haven't tried so....
I'm an empty shell a rotten place to go...Like a left out room
That needs a broomIt's worse and worst at that
Words fall short even the expressions slack ....You are you accept the fact
Even if the world's dust is in you intactI am me even if I am a pile of junk
A good -for -nothing useless little punkLook at them
How this are theyLook at him
How that is heOh just look at her
How this and that is sheThe next time I hear it
I'll proudly say
Yes that's me !By
aphelion
Ashlesha Dubey
Author's note
Dear readers this is a very special poem , as it is our first ever co-written work together , aphelion is an awesome writer though the works are not published yet but they are a great reader do check 'em out .
I hope you like it!Please do vote and comment my silent readers it means a great motivation for me .
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Thơ caWounds heal but scars remain , Time passes fast , what goes slow is pain. Sailing in sea alone in the boat , Sound to the agony , in the words coat Dig in.... And you won't regret !