In The Mirror Of Life Poem by Sudhanshu Chouhan

I see the reflection,
But of the people who made me,
They who shaped me,
Tried to break me.
I asked,
'Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why are they so gruesome? '
It said,
'It's not who they are,
But what they've become.'
Scars on my face,
Abysmal and blue,
They skin some stories,
Of which none has a clue.
I asked,
'Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Any more's yet to come? '
It said,
'It's life, more will.
Let your demons succumb.'
Of the words I soaked,
Of the words I spat,
The bloodshot eyes,
Enthrall truths and lies.
I asked,
'Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do I feel so numb? '
It said,
'I'm amazed you grilled,
Proves, alas, you're not dumb.'
'The questions you ask,
The truth you seek,
Leads you to a door,
Through which you won't peek.
For I discern the veracity,
From all that I've seen,
I show you it all,
But you don't want to see! '
I see the reflection,
But of the people who're in me,
Walking me through pains,
Unbroken in my veins.
I asked,
'Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Am I under their thumb? '
It said,
'It's not who you are
But what you've become.'