Mirror

This poem is inspired from a poem I read by my friend Sarthak. He is starting out as a blogger and you can find his blog here

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who is the darkest of them all?

How many people have stood in front of you

Staring at an image they don't want to see

And swallowed a bitter pill about themselves?

Does it cause you pain to see 

All that fear, all that insecurity?

Is it not a fact that you are not as cold 

As people make you out to be?

Does it not hurt you when a fist is driven through you?

Do you not wonder if the blood will come out of your pristine surface?

Are you not abused like this on a regular basis?

Are you to accept this?

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who is the fairest of them all?

Is it the princess in the tower 

Or the prostitute applying rouge

To cover her latest bruise?

Is it the drunk on the street?

Begging to get another drink

And mirror, are you okay?

Are you weary?

Do you wish you could rest?

The Bilge Master