Morning sun peeks through the blinds
And the battle starts..
Battle with the mirror
concealing the scars,
a vain attempt to tame hair
“god why did u mess up,
was it so difficult for you to create something pretty? ”
mirror: 1, me:0 ;
And the struggle is not yet over
Putting on a fake smile,
Not giving any signs of losing the previous battle,
trying to fit in, getting through another day without making a fool of mine
Still ending up in misery..
Taking it all out on the only people who care
And then blaming them for not understanding..
Enough for the day! Cant fight anymore..
Lying on the bed ,
As they say it gets better down the road,
tomorrow is going to be a new day,
won’t lose tomorrow .
Sleep takes over
Sun peeks through the window and it’s the same sun as it was yesterday..
Total no. of battles lost: 6799717973088856855
and still counting…