it's just another regular day,
saying yes to everything they say,
but inside my mind,
ensues a war that is blind.

the devil sits on my palm,
urging me to not be calm,
the angel in me is crying,
could i have stopped trying?

i no longer recognize myself,
the mirror shows my countenance,
and i know what she is,
but i no longer know who she was.

the pain of betrayal rises inside,
i struggle to fight for my side,
for i know this battle is lost,
as i see myself become a ghost.

i fall to my knees and stare,
where did i go wrong with my care?
i run my hands up my arms,
did i ignore all the alarms?

slow realization dawns on me,
my love i couldn't guarantee,
i fall down a cavernous crevasse,
❝for i am made of glass.❞

-ritwika sen