It's 12 am and she is finally alone,
Then there is her mother, the one with whom she could never have any disputes.
She is you, she is me,
alone with her own thoughts, with her own reflection.
She unties her hair, perfectly styled , without any split ends.
She splashes water on her face, drowns her body afterwards,
that layer of fake skin is finally off of her.
Clear water turn black as it falls of her lashes to her cheeks,
she seems to look so different, so clean.
And there she stood, watching her own face after a long day,
feeling that tinge of coolness and hoping it stays the whole night.
Hoping she could do the same tomorrow morning without doubting.
She can't handle the cold water in the shower,
her feet never stays on the floor.
She turns her bath time to her karaoke stage,
singing songs with mixed up lyrics and not making any sense.
Looking at the mirror, smiling as if she has never had a heartbreak,
her crooked teeth show up, and she snorts while she laughs at herself.
Isn't it so beautiful, seeing her love her own self?
The worst disguise has gone down the drain,
Her freckled skin and the dimples at the bottom of her spine,
Her freckled skin and the dimples at the bottom of her spine,
little things turned beautiful in time.
Her sorrows and regrets don't stand a chance.
She has changed and become better far too long ago.
Never listen to these strange sayings,
the superstitious lady across her hall,
the man who laughed at her when she failed to retort.
Then there is her mother, the one with whom she could never have any disputes.
Her father, her knight in shining armor, never letting harm find her.
Her sister, with whom she fought, whom she could not live without.
And this home, where everything was born, where memories clinged onto defeating time.
She was happy to have been found,
by the things she could not make sense without.
The books on which she spilled her coffee,
The photographs that were stacked in her room.
She was finally home, she was finally what her heart desired.
With the people she loved around her.
She never wore that fake skin layer,
she never saw water turn black on her cheeks again.
She never worried about the sayings.
She wore her skin and got kissed by the sun.
Turned grey in her own house,
listened to songs that she had wrote long back,
She was with her family, by blood and by heart.
and that smile, oh my, that smile looks like diamond on her.
She is you, she is me,
She is every girl on this planet, and maybe beyond.
And she looks beautiful in her own skin, she looks like herself without any layers on.
She looks like the girl who loves herself forever more.
