My Very Own Eyes

There was once upon a time
I blame my luck or others
For not having to lead a life
That other people enjoy
Too busy obssesing about
Whether others say something
Tactless or bad about me
And then It struck me
I decide what kind and
What I want to be
Whether I feel sad
Angry or miserable
I myself dictate my life
And before I gossip
I ask myself some question;
Is it true?
Is it necessary?
Is others really need to know?
Is it kind?
Is kind for me to do that?
Now.I pause to forget about others
And spare some moments
To look into my very own eyes
Indeed.It’s hard to be truthful
Even to myself…

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