Masked

Senses deceive many,
Away from realities.
Truth independent of them,
Appearances are mere possibilities.
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I tested my self,
Looking at myself in mirror.
Wondered looking in my own eyes,
Going deep in them,looking beyond error.
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I touched myself,
Nothing familiar it felt.
Cold,hard no textures,
I had no idea,with whom my eyes met.
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A complete stranger,
My reflection was.
Beyond the view of my eyes,
My thoughts went in chaos.
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Mocking me seemed his nature,
I failed to trap him.
Again and again my failure would make his eye gleam.
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He only could do what i could,
Something hidden to him were my thoughts.
Now he looked surprised,
I didn't knew how to connect the dots..
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I am,to me is of my thinking,
I am,to rest is what I show.
My reflection too is the slave,
Am i a human or a cunning crow.
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I pull my mask off my face,
Time cries in pain and every emotion bleeds.
I scream,feeling same as time,
Pulling it out slowly the mask of my deeds.
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Left with no strength,
I was shivering with pain.
I looked in mirror,
Since then i never looked at myself again..
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No one could stand my face now,
Rejections came from everywhere.
I started to build a mask,
Learning again why the masks are so real and dear.