Every morning I look, smile, and comb my hair
Infront of the mirror
Every evening I scream, weep, and cry
Infront of the mirror
Every night I dress, put my lipstick on, and I go out
Every dawn I wash, bath, and laugh
Infront of the mirror
Once it asked, the mirror asked, “What are you?”
I was shocked, what am I
I am the thing move among many hands
In every night
I lost my pain
I lost my soul
I lost my pure
I lost myself
One night I see another mirror
I look at myself with no sense
That another mirror murmured with sense
“You are nothing without you”
My eyes became teary
A man with impassioned
I met myself
Got something new
Screamed out loud
That man fell with blood
I ran smiling happily
With the pain in my hand…!
By Leo Sandupama Edirisinghe
