Evil in me opened up
as I looked at the mirror
it was just a reflection of me in the mirror
but was it just me?
no, it wasn’t me
It was a wild woman in disguise
I was not the one in the mirror
I knew I was never beautiful and attractive like the one in the mirror
the woman in the mirror had the enchanting eyes
she could seduce anyone
It wasn’t me
where am I hidden in the mirror
I checked twice
but to my surprise
I could never find myself
the old me, who was hidden underneath the clean image
the reflection in the mirror was a woman who was like a vixen
who was killing the soul in me
the real me want to run and escape but it was near impossible
but the wild soul in her had thousands of wounds to hide
none in the world has seen her tears and her agony
it was me, who knew it
I knew the reasons for her to be what she has become now
she became the rock, that never gathered any lichen
the wildness in her was seen in the eyes
even if I tried to die down the fire, it never let go
the fire could burn thousands yet she remained silent
her silence was the smile she wore on her lips
she could fight a war all alone, as the fighter in her could survive
I kneeled down but she stood right across me
and pulled me up and let me hold my head high up
to never let me fail
she gathered my courage and together we walked away into the world.
