Made of glass,
Reflecting your smile
And your frowns,
Playing the game
Just as I think, you want me to
But I am not a mirror...
Not like it matters, nothing does
I'm getting numb as the wind
Pierces through
Drying the kohl filled eyes
Don’t point at me
No longer please

I saw a peacock today
Wished it would leave me a feather or two
Hovering over my eyes
Are the fingers that point
I've tired so hard
To learn
To be
So forgive me for all I'll never be
And maybe someday
I'll forgive myself too.