I stare at the mirror sometimes. I look at myself closely. Sometimes I look good, sometimes not so much. But…I thought…is this the truth? Is this the real me?Or just a fake reflection of mine?Do mirrors lie?!
In everytime I look at you, I saw a chirpy and unworried person with an innocent thinking.A physically good and trouble-free appearance.It looks I have the perfect traits.But underneath these compliments have the deepest and darkest abyss of my mind.A problematic and full of shyness personality.That person who keep far beyond the truth and tend to be happy with my false image and expressions.
For me what we see is not always what exist.The truth can only be recognized inside and our inner vision can only identify the truth.
-Bedural
Bedural's Poetry 