I read it from somewhere
That our judgement of the world
Reflects our world within
Since then
I have been hesitant
About the things I would complain
In others
Wondering what does it says about me
All the wrong that I see in others
May not even be there in first place
And all i could be seeing
Would be my own faults
It's scary
It's complicated
But then another thought sprouted
What if all the wrong is part of me
But not me
What if reflection of the world within
Is also a reflection of the world outside
What if my perception of others
Is also perception of me that others taught me
But then some people leave me dumbfounded
Thier little kind gesture are beyond my comprehension
How would they perceive themselves or me?
That perception thing is surely twisted
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Lost words
PoetrySome words, some thoughts, some feelings-- complicated, intricate, fragile gets lost in the day to day. So let's carve out those, and let them breathe and come to existence through the mere power of poetry
