Mirror

I saw the person on the other side,

And thought how confident she was,

Even with all her bruises,

She stands proud,

Her head high,

Her eyes gleaming,

Then what happened to me?

Why am I so low on mere bitterness of life?

That comes along as soon as you are born,

Sit, breathe and cut out all the negativity,

Replenish all the dark mass in the head,

Just like the person on the other side of the mirror.