Poem: Disguise

Oh! Tell me;
What you see in the mirror.
Is it you,
Or is it someone you have made yourself resemble?

Is that laugh real,
Or is it just a disguise?
The one you wear of fear,
For avoiding to let show what you are inside.

Are those friends
Your true ones,
Or are they there
Just because they are popular ones?

Do you really
Want to be this person,
Or are you her
Because she provides you the status?

Do you really want to be,
Among these people you don't understand,
Or do you want to be with those,
Who like you just where you stand?

Why wear this disguise then?
Why be purposely unhappy?
Is it just because you want to be accepted,
Or because you are ashamed of being yourself?

                                                       -Anushka Gupta

Comments

  1. Unknown6 November 2014 at 04:27

    Beautiful poem anoushka. .proud of you.

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  2. Unknown6 November 2014 at 06:57

    Simply superbb ... cheery darling keep it up.. so soo proud pf u

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