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THE MIMIC

Last updated on August 18, 2020

I remember the day
One of my
Friends
Called me brave
A bold
Force to face,

Making me question
Myself
Am I brave?
Or
They too believed
The mimic
I played,

When I see my
Reflection
In the mirror
I see
A fragile soul
Trapped
In four walls
Value
Morals
Virtue
And so called
Society
Compromising its own role
To provide around the clock,

Smiling to please
Crying to release
The suffocation
Frustration
Of her lost
Plea,

Still they
Reckoned
Me as brave
Maybe
A great
Mimic
Who mastered
The play
Of being ‘brave’!

 

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