Her mind and she never look eye to eye
as the former always dominates the other
most of the times they pretend as the other
one does not exist
and they play games in their own ways
At times they hardly pay any heed to the
other
and sometimes they are best of friends…
A crack is tearing into her skin
but she cannot even feel the pain anymore
An open space from the past claws at her
heart
...So steadily it creeps into her thoughts
She cannot even find her in this mess,
until she sees herself in the mirror
Yet the mirror seems vulnerable to the
truth
To see inside her she needs her eyes to
borrow her mind
