Reflection. (Poetry)

Was often ridiculed, judged or criticised

your poking fingers at me were enough to make me frown,

to accept my mistakes I was pressurized,

in my own inhibitions with guilt and embarrassment

I struggled each day to thrive,

day by day losing my peace of mind

here I stand today helding mirror in my hand,

to show your real face that is reason for your own disgrace,

looking at your own reflection, maybe you realise

your misdeeds, misbehavior, imperfections and lies,

enveloped within narrow perspectives and stereotypes

from love and compassion your heart is deprived,

I adorn my flaws and scars with pride

but do you have the guts to accept your crimes?