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The Other Me

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.

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  1. Apurv Singhal19 April 2015 at 09:03

    Its beautifully crafted....Simple in words yet impactful...Work of an artist...Keep up :)

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  3. Jyotsna Bhatia19 April 2015 at 12:32

    Wonderfully written. Yes, sometimes we have to keep the facades on for the world. When your insides are breaking apart and yet you smile for the world..

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    1. Ruchi Rai19 April 2015 at 13:52

      Yes, exactly! And, that is the toughest phase of life. Thank you. :)

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  4. Unknown22 April 2015 at 12:49

    This poem kind of reminds me of song -- I don't want to be by Gavin DeGrew. Listen to this song if and when you get the time. :)

    Link to song:
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bTStaHWowo

    Hope you're doing better!
    Keep reading and writing!

    ~RP

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