Why am I mad?

The mirror surely speaks the truth

When it whispers the secrete to your ears

It shows your hot,salty tears

It drills deep into your fears

In shock, you lock the appearance in a box

And your brain presents the locks

Emotions take advantage of you

And the devil is always there to trick you

Your lips curve into a fake smile…

you turn around to leave

your heart is soaked with grief…

Pity targets at you with an arrow

and makes the shot narrow

Now you walk down the streets

with a mark on your soul screaming defeats