Brain Flakes Poems

Page 18: The Dream Of The Girl In The Mirror

I remember my dream seeing a girl sitting on the sidewalk,
staring sternly afar the highway.
I watched her for a long time,
waiting for what she's about to do next.

The world revolves around us
but she never paid attention to my presence.
I spent my time trying to contemplate her logic
yet, no progress to accommodate.

I'm curious to what she was thinking at that moment
and frightened to fall into my conclusions.
Sad souls tend to believe they are not worthy of life.
Is she?

Frowning to myself, I collected my strength.
I stood up and began to count several footprints on the ground.
My humble interest turned into a desire to fish the truth.
And the curiosity began to erode in that one peaceful night.

"What were you thinking?"
"Dying." She said.
I was dumbfounded so I made no response.
The silent peculiar debate between us brought no tension,
but an unspoken phenomenon.

My intention rose up like a bubble in the sky,
Asking for attention with no certain reply.
The ambiance became a hushing lullaby,
Calming the chaos building up in my mind.

Unconsciously fixing my eyes on the ground,
the girl starts to feed my concern.
"When the world pointed out the life I started,
I tried to calculate the peculiarity:

When the toxic gas invades the box with few people inside,
a man of heart will help.
But the moment he open the box,
the widespread catastrophe
will began to require a greater influence.

No matter how genuine you are to respond,
Or how honest you objectify your thoughts  for all people hate liars,
I spoke the truth with no demand
and I expressed myself, considering their preferred definition of who I am..

But the more you push yourself to a hundred likes,
the more you lose yourself in your own hands.
Dying may be a specific option to end my fragility,
however as my body rots, my soul will be filled in remorse.

I thought of dying a million times,
but being a weak individual cannot grant you the easy formula.
I reason with myself that this highway is not the best bed for me to rest.
My philosophy of dying was to die in warmth and contentment.

After recalling my dream, I realized she's someone I know.
Without a name, I found her identity.
Just by staring at the girl in the mirror, studying her features,
I finally finished the puzzle with a plastered smile on my face.