That hazy piece of glass showed my eyes a soul
An internal and mysterious soul , with disappointing appearance
A fake heart coated with dissatisfactory goal
And carrying a short-term innocence.

Could assuredly notice that brandish attitude
Trying to escape away from solitude
Going closer and closer , I was bewildered
Was it me ? I whispered !

The exploration of my inner self was not at all adventurous
My 'inner me' appeared to be treacherous
But that one discovery for me , was a breakthrough
Which transformed my 'inner self' , my point of view.
© shambhavi