Is it deceiving me,the mirror?
Or is my mind playing games?
Sometimes you start feeling what you see in yourself
Not knowing if that's the truth or a lie
You start believing what you ought to ignore
As the mind is shadowed with deception.
I look older than my age, mentally I maybe so
T'is taking a toll on my physique
Making me look fragile, fatigued
Dry lips, high cheekbones, sharp jaw and pointed chin
Dark eyes, tired smile, hopeless expression and depressed outlook
That's how my reflection sees me
That's how others see me
Have I really become that expressive?
Which makes others read what I'm going through
I was too good to hold back emotions
As previously they called me 'devoid of passion'
Have I really become an open book?
Which others are waiting to publish
Or is my mind heavy from holding onto heartaches
That it is starting to reveal the repressed emotions?
It goes blank from time to time
Leaving a trail of misunderstanding between us.
I fail to control its presence and
Unknowingly let it control me and my thoughts.