Sun raises and sun sets,
the days passes by just like a normal one.
people here and people there,
have opinions on her,
which sometimes let herself tear.
she comes home with lot of thoughts in her,
what can she really be?
the bloomy face in the morning
turns pale by evening,
and the soul gets scattering.
Amidst the walls of opinions,
she is figuring out herself.
End of the day, she looks into the mirror
and see a scattered yet strong face.
she remembers the purpose,
why she started.
and that's what keeps her going.
the moon rises and the moon sets,
every nights passes by just like a normal one.
again in the morning,
she wakes up with a bloomy face,
to go through her beautiful Life's phase.
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Mirror Me
Randomwe always have this confusion between how the world sees you and how you see yourself. having days when the thoughts of others dominate the thoughts of yourself and you feel down, is difficult. that's when you have to try to figure out who you are a...
