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A Stranger in My Skin, Prapti Sharma
Title: A Stranger in My Skin
Name: Prapti Sharma
I glance into the mirror and find you stare,
back at me in a state of haze,
Disbelief, anger, disappointment, and strain,
And wonder aloud how someone like you,
Could be me, entrapped, with my soul,
Caged and beaten down like a piece of rag,
Dirty, swollen, torn and thrown,
Down into the drains of misery, a scam!
“There has to be a mistake,”
I hear my father bellow, down at her,
Outside the bathroom below, I find myself locked,
In, while the woman to borne me out, wails around,
The house which I call mine, my father disagrees, like a raging hound.
“She can't be mine,” he storms out for,
The umpteenth time, in the years, that swum,
Past like dirt in a deserted verandah, devoid of, happiness, hope, just crumbs.
I rub down the soap, on the skin so dark,
Which for sure, didn't belong, to me, or I would have been, loved, adored, soaked in warmth,
Which they said a girl like me, didn't deserve, so I rub harder, and create a froth.
I look into the mirror, at the stranger in my skin, she stands defeated, as I drown her, back and forth.