On a monday morning
A Moron I believed in
stated I was not ”much”
The moment that person left
I made up my mind
that Never again would a man tell me
I was not ”much”
Never again would I misplace myself
I would focus on the one in the mirror
With music as my savior
and madness as my guide
I set high mountains and climbed it
so people would not reach me
The monster of ”more”
attacked me finally
More mascara to save my face
More muscles to save my body
More money to buy me shoes
More Mcdonalds to feed my guilt
…
Little did I realise
That I was becoming less of myself..
Masks do not keep you safe
Masks help you fake it
What a magnificent mask!
Buried under makeup and medals that shone
Miraculous I tell you
Then again
One fine monday morning
I saw someone mourning my death
She missed me she said
she could not see me anymore
when I looked into the mirror
I did not see me too
To stop this mess
I threw off the mask
and decided
that my memoir
would be used a message
to remind anyone in the ”making”
that all the margins that are drawn
are drawn on their mind
that if someone like me could
outshine the monsters of more
so could anybody
after all the magic was
always
inside
of
me
