The Life In the Mirror

I still wonder the life and the meaning of it The reason why I belong here... The struggle, the humiliation And the pain of smiling when tears are yet to fall. Walking in the shadows of fear I still wonder the life Why little happiness is the sign of tears. A little achievement is the struggle for pelf And when I am done They make me a king for a day Yet tomorrow comes with a new challenge And when I ask myself looking at the mirror It has got nothing to say. I still wonder the life and the existence of it When they look at me with arrogance And expectations pouring with fake complimentses Greetings with roses turns out to be feces. Cowering if am left with a penny today The blood that I shed and the bruises and the scars They see the same in me Yet the same damn people put me down. Running along side of self-discovery I fear the loss of self-recovery And when I think I can face the challenge I look myself at the mirror with some motivation Still it reflects me back the same collages. I still wonder the life and the dedication towards it For I am yet to concieve the love that it gives And when it gave it paved me a path with hurdles My long allegiance turned out to be a long malevolence. Waking up to feel if I am left for today And the morning moans with yester-days Drowning endlessly by a single tear. I worry not to loose my grip And I looked myself once again at the mirror It is not me then... He is the person whose persuasion counts most then Such a splendor all around me So much to see and so much to do For he is with me to clear up to the end If I make the person in the mirror my friend.