Painting mirrors

And they tell you

That they could’ve broken you more

After they’ve broken you entirely

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These cracks on the wall, I run my hands on

If concrete didn’t keep its promise,

How could glass?

I see myself in them, rough, inside out

See, I can relate to spiders crawling in, and then emerging hungry for a home

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Bullets fired from a shotgun

Two inches away from you

And they still tell you

‘I would’ve fired more, if only I had more bullets’

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I guess my fireworks

dug underground

And treated rabbits with a surprise

Guess they no longer need a show

they were the show themselves, taking over

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Why tip a waiter?

They get from taxes anyways

The only difference you think you make,

comes from people watching, thinking you are someone

other than the someone they see everyday

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The word itself is contradictory, ‘someone’

some

Just a part

Just a piece

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Look at you,

painting mirrors orange

To show the world you carry ‘positive’ energy in you

Don’t tell them your favorite colour is different shades of gray and black

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Some deep psychology shit,

give them a deadline to figure you out

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S K

Hi. Now that you're here...let's just get this out of the way. I hadn't introduced myself in the past because when I first started this blog, I wanted it to be purely about my writing. This is not, and was never supposed to be, an anonymous blog. However, after almost a year of inactivity, I realize an 'about' section is...necessary? My name's Sadia. I live in Islamabad, Pakistan. Between uni/work/life in general, I try to take time to write. I own all content on this blog. Although, I do NOT own the images posted here, nor do I take credit for them whatsoever. I wanted to thank my visitors, for still being loyal and genuine after this long. In case you want to know more about me for whatever inexplicable reason, ask ahead and I'll get back to you! This right here, keeps me sane. You will find here, sincere thoughts mixed up with a subconscious trying to fuck it all up. I hope you understand. Love, Sadia.

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