Stood in front
Of a mirror.
Didn't like
What I saw.
Put on a smile.
Screamed,
And cried.
Wore colours,
And a new hat.
Blood throbbed
The same.
Moments passed
In vain.
Mundane is
My thing.
Pretnse stuck
Like side wings.
To start over.
I used an eraser
To rub off my
Story written in pen.
Mistakes undone.
Mirrors stare,
For the story
That's gone.
For the papers
I have torn.
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