Mirror

In an instant, In my 20s, 

During a scorching summer

Ran inside my home 

With tears and palpitations

In search of that 12 year old me

Who's sensitive and beaten up

Might be sitting around the corner

Hidden and cozy

I looked everywhere, to find her

To sit with her for sometime

To tell her that words are just words

They were said and not meant

Words were out as a result of

Their own inability and frustrations 

And not because of this 12 year old 

The words that don't define her Shouldn't stay long

Like until adulthood

It doesn't have to take so much space 

That her adulthood is nothing 

But the trash can of her very own childhood 

Bringing tears and anxiety

Even in her 20s, 

Especially when she search for memories

To also ensure that she will be there for her

In this chaotic world

She should learn to love 

And live for her at that very age

That 12 year old me was nowhere found

When all went in vain

I ranted all these standing infront of my decades old mirror

The mirror cried a thousand tears