The Mind Of A Broken Soul

6th November xxxx

I saw her again.
I stared at her again.
Through my reflection,
I saw her slow transformation,

I watch her lips curve,
Curve into a loving smile,
An expression,
Everyone adored.

I saw her brows arch.
To an ugly grin.
An unwanted expression,
I only disgust.

She was my dopplëganger.
Black wavy hair,
Dark empty eyes,
Olive coloured skin.

We look alike.
But I saw hate,
She was fake.

Clear as the water,
The difference on our character.

I tried to make turns.
But the look in her burns.

The longer I watch scene,
The more I notice,

The disgust taste that lingers,
In my heart it lied,
I hate that smile.
It takes me to the next mile,

That smile,
Was more tasteless,
Than being emotionless,

I closed my eyes,
Yes!
It will prevail!
It will be gone!
It will disappear!

But,
Will it?

All my hopes became poison,
It choked my heart.
Drowning in the blurry ocean,
It was a dark art.

It stayed there,
The fear.
No inch was mere,
My heart tear.

Close the eyes!
Run from lies!
The pain has a size!
It runs like mice!

But No.
I did not.
My eyes were close not.
My thoughts ties into a knot.

I took further notice,
To put my heart at peace.
Gather the broken piece,
To show I was not haste.

Insane.
Malice.
Broken.
Mad.

Yes.
Insane I am.
I scream at the reflection.
I was malice for my horrid actions.
I am broken.
Because I climbed myself to high.
And drop myself too hard.
And yes.
It got me mad.
Mad as a hatter.

I'd wish to turn.
To avoid.
To cry.
She had pride.
My pride has died.

Because she was a reflection.
A complexion.
So many complication,
Lost in a motion.

Its me.
I stood.

Hate.
I hated my smiles.
It flashes lies.
Faking,
I'm fine. What about you?
Instead of saying,
Help! Please help!

What is the role of smiles?
To take a lover to a mile?
To adventure the Nile?
Or to fake each smile.

I hated;
My black ghastly hair.
My motionless eyes.
My disgusting skin.
My smile....

I hate myself.
I wish I never exist.