Dark Side of Mine

Physical Appearance

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?

Definitely, not me.
For I think I look ugly.

My face is average,
Oily, With pimples ready to engage.

I actually doesn't exert effort in cleaning my face.
Life is like a race so I cannot stop just to end my lifetime pace.

Joke! I'm just lazy.
Cleaning face is for either to be neat or having an insecurity.

Life is a like a coin.
The happiest, and the saddest which you don't want to join.

Beauty will indeed leave you.
Leaving also rotten thoughts about you.

It's better to be ugly in the eyes others,
As long as, you're free from the chain of useless desires.

Desiring to be beautiful,
For the others? Don't be a fool.

They won't be with you throughout your life,
A time will come for you alone to contradict life.

So,what's the use of that inner strife?
For someone who is blind?

Just let it go.
These burdens that stops you from going to.

I have an artist's eyes,
And I see truths in sceneries.

Drawing is really my forte,
Comprehending the sight that you see.

I know who only I am.
Evade words like pretty or handsome.

Words shouldn't define who you are.
But what you see inside your heart.

Comparing yourself to others is a torture,
A life with a bleak future.

For you are on your own,
With your little treasures they can never own.

A life without human chain,
A life with responsibility to proclaim.

This time when you are finally free,
I hope for you to be happy.