Dear Me

To my own self,

Look at the mirror

Just away from that horror!

For how beautiful you are

In your own pretty way,

Ain't that pretty? Ahh you looked at your face

Now look at your own mess

Ain't that happy? Change it

For the better "it" mould it.

It has been a long ago,

'Cause you let it forego,

In spending it all in finding the flaws,

And flaunting the "could be better" you!

"But I was searching for flaws,"

"Yes you were, but not yours,

My dear you were busy busy and too busy,

In condemning, in being too choosy,

You were the judge of the show in which you yet have to master,"

That hit harder?

Stop the slander,

Don't be bad to blacken someone's name,

Leave being the talk smack,

And just carry on the journey,

The beautiful journey,

Of being the most wonderful version,

Rather than changing others,

Bring in the change

In you,

For you,

To you!