The Girl In The Mirror

           THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR

“I despise you”

I tell her, to the girl in front of me.

To the girl in the mirror.

She laughs at me, scorns at my plight.

Hates me for what I am

And pretends-with all her might-

That she is happy.

That all is well.

Alas, I can see

This girl, in past she dwells.

In lonely butterfly cages

And damp diary pages.

Time spent, in what she thinks

Was her paradise.

I see, the pain beneath the pride.

And then, there is pity

Her, I don’t despise.  

                                                                                  Ananya Ajay Kumar