#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
And the clearest reflection above all
Is of the pair of dead eyes staring back.
The bags underneath tell a different tale,
I guess I need an eternal nap.
And my lips that whisper 'I am fine'
You are not; reply the skies.
While the forgotten voice of my heart contradicts,
My mirror laughs at all my lies.
Be it the damaged body, or the damaged soul,
Nothing escapes my mirror's gaze.
It has seen what has remained unnoticed by me,
It has seen my many plays.
And at the end of the day, when I've played too many roles,
When I don't know who I am after coming so far,
The picture in my mirror speaks
This is who you are.
Sometimes I hate what I look at,
Sometimes I cry at what I see,
Sometimes I fear that I might be
caged in someone else's body.
They say pretty's on the inside
But I don't wanna be pretty.
I don't care if I am this vulnerable
I say vulnerability looks good on me.
A credit I give you, O silver polished glass,
An honest friend you've been.
Nor have you ever leaked a secret of mine,
Though a bare me you have seen.

© sasha a.f.