Existence?

By: Mohana

“I don’t even know who am I anymore,” I said to my reflection

All I wanted is perfection

Not the urge of disaffection

Everyday I try to do something new

But insecurity is blocking my view

I told myself “you are perfect just the way you are”

But my brain acts like a burned-out star

So she completely disagrees with that statement

But watching me stress out is her favorite entertainment

I just wish I could find the real me

Where ever the real me is

I looked at myself with such disgrace in my eyes when reality reminded me:

No one would hate me the way I hate me

And

No one would love me the way I love me