To You

To him Who locks his door Looks into the mirror Rubs that lipstick on his lips That he bought saying "It's a gift for someone" thinking how strangely it helps him smile atleast for a minute until he washes it again. To her Who pulls her hair back And looks into the mirror Imagining How would she look With one side shaven And the other with short hair Thinking how badly She wants it. To you Who's writing this And to many who couldn't, Don't worry About what they'll say. Worry about yourself And all the sadness You've caused yourself By not doing something Which'd make you happy. By not being someone Who you always wanted to be. -Vipin Pratap