I used to see a face in my mirror,
so young so sweet so nice so dear;
thought it'd remain so forever
and today i find my reflection gone somewhere.
I lost myself so fast i couldn't realize
like turning pages to query the end.
I tried to grab something in time
but who can survive long with unreal.
They say life shows different colours
and i like the one i liked though no meanings.
My present reflection mocks at me
so I've lost something special of me.
A broken reflection is all i have
got distorted since i lost mine.
Wish i could ever touch it!
The reflection has given its deep impression.
I had forgotten the reflection
since i last saw it in affection.
But the wounds are torn again
when the world asks me about myself.
I need something to see into.
I want my "self" back to me
because the essence of reflection has lost with years
But the faith to get it back is still in my tears.
