I see all the women

their sacrifice

but I cant see me

or my lies

in my mirror

I cant be shy

I only see

an ugly soul.. that beautify

with shivering hands

a world that is keen to die

in my mirror

the females shatter

between my eyes

and now I can see

what became of me

a bird..with a voice as clatter

in my mirror

I stand to scream NO

my weakness is not so

I will not take the mannequin role

I am no ones doll

I break my mirror

with its pieces

flows my blood

both in trash can

a hazy foot print in the mud

says women..we can

some times the mirror is a way to see your self .. what changes you made ..what changes you hate about your self..some times you just need to wait and ask your self..what became of me? is this the way I want my life to be..and sadly some times you only see your refliction