I stared straight into the eyes of the other me. Her eyes were narrating a similiar story. Lessons, solitude, traumas and pain- I know how she felt because I have been through the same! The world has its influence on me; I smile and laugh for the world to see. But when the darkness envelopes the sky, The haunts creep in with the pain soaring high. How come world's influence did not touch her? She is exhausted but she is a fighter. The other me is other than me; She looks torn apart and weary. The mirror shows me the strength in me, And tells me that I need to set my soul free. The other me, my soul, is the the reflection of me; Yet she is other-than-me.
Taming emotions!