Twisted

You look at the mirror

Two images you see

The beautiful and the ugly

Or rather

The good and the bad

Most times I look at her

Her beauty always get my attention

Thinking she is into me

Only to realize that

I can never be part of her

Waiting for her is like a wish

I ask

Why the deception

Why making me believe in uncertainty

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Why tossing me around

Why am I foolish to the core

Why do I fall easily

Why making myself prone to unhappiness

Why staying put

If Mohammed went to the mountain

Why can’t I

Let me create the opportunity

Than wait for it

Yet I’m not certain

Of what to do

Either to move or not

I guess it is twisted

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