Me

 So it starts again 

 I started telling myself a story again 

Feelings inside me is an endless loop of pain

Tried to be under control but soul inside me is something that can't be tamed 

Look at me I am again playing this blame game 

It's nothing but at the end I am hurting myself again 

It's strange how a fist size brain can hold so much of pain ...

 Pulling my self out of the dump 

 The more hands I hit the more it creates a lump 

 Gets a feel I am been pulled by some kind of vaccum pump,

 My Thorat is drying ,I got no water left in my hump 

Look at me I am telling my self a story again 

Prompting again that I can be the next superman

No efforts i put nothing I do 

just keep telling a story that I was true 

I noticed no one was listening 

I should cry I shall shout to sound cool 

Later I heard I was called out a fool 

I cried cried cried a lot 

Found myself in the same plot 

Enough with my pity blame game 

It's me no one else to blame 

I was doing what I was taught 

Gaining sympathy with no other thoughts 

Closed my eyes and took a fall,

This time no one would have caught 

Done enough for people around 

I got few to make them proud 

I would now take a nap.

As I stood I took a walk ,

Passed a mirror and had a talk 

Talk to the person with the familiar face 

Who was living in parallel space 

Face that's was shining bright even in the mid-night

I rubbed my eyes for the clear sight 

Raised my hand to touch the glass

Later that was shattered apart 

With hundred of pieces on the ground 

Every piece with the familiar face , taking me down on my memory round ..

I saw different shades of me 

Happy, sad ,motivated modes of me 

Gazing at the shattered glass, I just saw my happy past 

As my eyes rolls up upon 

I saw face that was present me .

It was also gazing at me

I rubbed my eyes for better sight 

Shattered piece. Get back tight 

It was me who was standing behind 

Telling me to be more kind 

It's time to stop the adrift find 

With the bright face and a big smile 

This reflection of me was ending my story line