The pain growing bit by bit, the bright light slowly fading away.
loosing the grip of self definition and straight to people's definition and
expectations.
Life offering opportunities and choices right in front of you,
but held back by conscience's voice of "People are watching."
Not allowed to be free and express oneself in total freedom.
I ask, what's the sweetness of life if one lives in fear, subjection and regrets?
I hear a grieving voice from a far, a voice that is inflamed and is crying
to be released from the bondage of intimidation and rejection.
Every time I look on the mirror, I don't know who I see.
Not because I don't want to, but because of how I'm forced to live and see things.
There in front of me, is a strange thing,
I see some small, sour and dry drops of tears,
gently falling down from my mirror. The unseen tears
that can only be seen through reflections.
That's when I realize, there's a lot that needs to be mended
to stop my mirror from shedding tears.
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