*You know, that's me !

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Why doesn't the reflection show me who I want to see

Because it shows you who you are
not who you want to be

But is that really true
Or just an illusion of the blue

When I look into the glass
There's someone with eyes gleamless

I glare at it , it glares back
But in a moments gap it cowers back

Is 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 broom

It'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 intact

I am me even if I am a pile of junk
A good -for -nothing useless little punk

Look at them
How this are they

Look at him
How that is he

Oh just look at her
How this and that is she

The next time I hear it
I'll proudly say
Yes that's me !

By

aphelion
Ashlesha Dubey

aphelionAshlesha Dubey

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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!

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