I saw her
Looking at me
Somehow she looked depressed
Her life seemed to be messed up
Her eye was reflecting the pain and anger
I hate her for staring
In such hateful way
My hatred grew
For I was looking
At the mirror
Do I really hate myself that much?
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Dusk Time Poems
Poetry'Baby, life is full of uncertainties. The only certain thing about it is the end of it.' A collection of poems based on feelings, experience, and observations. I poured my heart here, might as well be a diary. I write poems in my mother language too...
