Chained Mirrors


Please pardon my tears
For they are the guardians of my fears
The truth to what you hear
This divide that you near
Starts to make my path clear.

It wasn't meant to be I guess,
My life starts resembling your mess
Arising within me, this misplaced stress
Dragging like train of my dress
People out to prove me less.

Which category do you fit in
So many options, my head starts to spin
So many opinions, mine lost within
Anxiety starts to trickle up my skin
Wraps its hands around my neck declaring is win.

I want to be the all powerful
They say strength is beauty and I just wanna be beautiful
Such a loaded word ought to leave you thoughtful.
If not repeated enough times, you start to feel doubtful.

Why doubt when the proof is your reflection
Mirrors shattering at the mere existence of your perfection
Take that and wear your confidence as your protection
For the love you have for yourself is the truest form of affection.

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