Man in the Mirror

I can feel love in your eyes. I can see sadness in your heart. I see love in your hate. I see all the truth in your lies. I see your weakness in your strength.  I see your success in your failures. I see your sorrow from your smile. I see you want to be superman but you don’t have a cape to carry them all.

I can see, you look like your mom. I can see your future in her past. I see all her sufferings in your clothes. I see your dad’s sweat in your tuition fee. I see your brother’s jealousy. I can see their bags were smaller than yours.

I see you have a job now.  But I can still see the pain hidden in your pride. I see where you stand now from where you fall. I see your plenty table in their none. I can see you’re sleeping in soft mattress I see them in banig (woven mat commonly made of dried coconut leaves). I see your burgers in their dried fish. I see your blame in yourself.

I can see your mom smiling to you. I can see your dad drinking beer with you. I can see your brothers sharing stories about their first crushes. I see your family in eating a bountiful table. I see them all with you together.

But then I close my eyes, I see it was you all the way. Through my rise and fall, I see you’ve been my only friend. I see they will understand me someday. 

And I see nobody else but myself.

I stand up and I still look fucking gorgeous in front of this broken mirror. And I was just talking to the man in mirror.