My reflection knows me well.
It doesn’t judge,
It doesn’t laugh,
It doesn’t sympathise,
I merely repeats what I feel.
I am clenching my hair thinking,
‘Why me?’
One house after, there’s another,
‘Why me?’
The house across the street,
‘Why me?’
Actually, it is never just me.
Have you felt like ‘Why me’ before? Have you weighed your problems with others’? Has your reflection ever made you think of life as a larger perspective?
Share your thoughts in the comments section.
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Yes.. it happens to me most of the time 🙂
wonderful post ❤
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Glad you can relate, happens to all of us:) Thank you💜
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This is so real. I could actually image myself saying this. So beautifully put together. Keep blogging to this amazing girl. 💞✌
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Thank you so much for your views and compliments! It really means a lot to me❤️❤️
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The pleasure is all mine 😊
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The first five lines do remind me of some part of Mirror by the great poet Slyvia Plath.
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I think Sylvia path is one of the only poets that spoke about mental health widely in those days.
I just read the poem and you’re right! My work feels so good to be compared with her work. Thank you so much!♥️
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You’re welcome! Keep up with the positive influence 💚
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Ah, the all-too-familiar question “why me?” indeed. I know it well. Great post.
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I know right:) very relatable. Thank you!🖤
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