If reflection shows my true self
I might look like an ugly being
With warts all over
Creepy crawlies popping out of my pores
I look so bad,
That mothers refer me as ‘The Monster’ to their children
Saying ‘It will come to you if you are naughty’
Saying ‘It will eat you up alive if you do not listen to me’
If only mirrors reflect the condition of my heart
If only my apprearance changes based on my deeds
Will only then that I will make changes in my life?
To try to restrain my desires as to please my Lord?
When you transfer bottled-up feelings to words. What do you call this? Poem? Naah I call it My 10 minutes rant.