23/08/2026
I stood before the mirror,
and it showed me something beautiful
a face untouched by storms,
a heart that seemed whole,
a life that looked perfectly red and ripe.
But the mirror was lying.
Behind the smile lived a different story,
one bruised by days no one witnessed,
wounded by words no one heard,
slowly rotting beneath the skin
while I kept saying, “I’m fine.”
People admired the reflection,
never asking about the apple
standing outside the glass.
They saw the shine,
but never the scars.
They praised the strength,
but never saw what it cost
to remain standing.
Maybe that is what we do
we become beautiful reflections
of lives that are quietly falling apart.
Inked Emotions
