Talking to myself

• Talking to myself 

          

The degree of honesty is a thing of perspective , 
Though it's hope that allows me to believe that is true.

When the world says something , you might say it's one thing ,ever felt that the mirror was laughing at you?

The stories , the knights , the saviours and fairies,that never seemed to come to your rescue 
Did you believe them ? It's laughable really , it seems that they preferred the "pretty" kind over you .

The ballads , the sonnets , describing the beauties 
Made it seem unachievable to you,
Or were you misguided ,
Lead to believe that it was the inside that mattered too?

Yes! You did? Then I would urge you to
Look around you , if it's what you see ,
Cause if you do , please lead me too,
I'd enjoy a fool's fantasy

Fantasy it's all.
When you look at your wall,
turn to a glass , to ask who is fair ?
Is it your knight?
Is it your world?
No my darling no one is.
Nothing is. 

Says this voice in my head which acts
As if it's me, I deny it though.
Powder and polish and further demolish
My leftover self as I go.

The extent of pretense is a thing of perspective,
Though it's hope that leads me to believe it's untrue. 
Hope,  it's a funny thing.
Tells me they would love the real me too.

Remove that mask please , will you?
Reveal that "not pretty" side of you.
Show them the warrior,
The victim , the survivor.

You never needed a knight after all ,
Did you?

Here's my word , I will give to you.
It's all of you! It's all in you!
Perhaps those shiny objects can be deceiving , 
Perhaps the inside matters too.

Shine that armour , mount your steed
Take out your sword , for it's a difficult ride
And do me a favour as you go,
Turn to that worthless reflector on the wall
Give a knock ,
Knock it twice and tell it
Who is the bravest of them all!

- Ruchira kale