Look at life my way
Life was turning into a living hell,
I hated those glass cabinets and monitors.
I usually slipped and fell when it rained
Both when it rained inside of me and outside
I’ve always found the walls better than the mirrors
And play parks better than the lakes.
‘what’s wrong in being different?’ I wondered.
But this stupid world never cared to understand.
“I’m just like that!” I tell the world
“Ever tried writing? You knit stories well.” It said.
I fell for it and peeped into the mirror
And could feel the seventh panic attack take over.
Wish of having a happy life had turned into an obsession
And I once woke up in my dream.
I had forgotten what I looked like
And couldn’t have thanked god enough for setting me free.
No mocking comments. No laughter. No judgements. Just serenity.
No screens. No rain puddles. No mirrors. No reflecting surfaces.
The place seemed heavenly for it was greener than ever.
Maybe, it was the abode of the Gods.
Having lost in my very own dreamland,
About my phobia of my reflection, I forgot.
For the eight time now, Spectrophobia engulfed me.
And this time, a look into the stream played the trick.