The Her
Looking at the reflection
Nothing is near perfection
Controlled blinking faucets
Taped-tugged up lips on their highest
Chin up, shaking
"Fine," said breaking
Laugh in headache
She's gone fake
To Her:
The more you feel unhappy, the more you become fake. Sooner, you could become untrue to your own self, and be not... you.
Love, take the pain, grow from it. But if it has not done you any good, leave it behind, move forward. Carry a lesson. You shall not forget to learn, apply, and remember. Don't let it happen to you again. Without being biased, understand every bit of it with the mixture of calmness and wiseness, and in the sight of the Creator.
Don't feel low looking back at the unhappy and regretful things that had happen. Instead, look at them with determination and faithfulness to becoming more better. Use them, love.
See yourself improving, so you could look back and see how far you've come. Be proud even at the smallest changes. Fuel yourself as you see how you've done it, and say "I can do better."
Be happy, part along with doing what is right. Have joy in the process. Becoming better is nothing without the contribution and result of happiness. So you should strive, optimistically.
Because at the moment of truth on becoming better you have to stop being unhappy, to stop being anxious, to stop being clouded with anger and just be... hopeful and patient.
As dark surrounds, calm love. Shh, think straight. Don't hurt them; don't hurt you. What ever you do, let your heart accompany you.
