Reasons
She stand by the basin mirror,
Looking at my morning face;
Small, bare, wheat-ish toned.
The veins on the side of my forehead,
Glow with the sun’s light,
Magnifying the swollen brown eyes.
She thinks twice, then thrice,
To come up with an excuse for the swelling,
“Oh, I couldn’t sleep properly.”
“I’ve put a thicker liner, that’s why they’re looking like that.”
“Oh, I actually overslept.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. It happens sometimes.”
All lies.
Because, who would believe her when she would say,
She wasn’t feeling entirely great and letting all the stuffed feelings out was the only way to feel lighter, better and be ready for another battle?
So, instead of giving any reason to anyone,
She steps back to go to collapse in her bed and avoid the world for another few hours.
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