ITS ME
As I look into the mirror
Some gray patches I see
It's me?
I know that endless years have passed
My eyes have dulled
My skin wrinkled
Is that my father?
No...really
It's me.
But is that not just a shadow
The real me is deep inside
No mirror can show the pain
The hurt, the loneliness
The fears and the tears.
No mirror can show the wounds
that never heal
The sadness and the madness
The bitterness and the emptiness.
No mirror can show a broken heart
The hopes, the dreams
As the emotions scream
That's the real me
It's me.
~Dr. Anil~
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