• mequreshi 5w

    Reflect

    My heart is like an attic,
    So dark and cold
    When you judge me from far,
    How do you know what I behold
    The fall of my own self ,
    I endured it hard
    And now that I hate see myself,
    You say I play a victim card
    I don't blame you for not having an imaginative mind,
    There is a crowd of people like you
    But only a bunch of me if you find
    So once again if you try to mess with me,
    Try to unfilter the soul in you,
    To the extent where deep black heart is left to see.
    ©mequreshi