I stood in front of the mirror for quite a long time;
As the rays of the setting sun fell upon me,
I thought this time,
You should to know me to the core;
Before you decide to call me yours.

Neither am I ‘The Gorgeous Strong Woman’ on the posters of a magazine;
Nor am I ‘A Victim’ waiting for someone to stand up for me,
For I myself have been

There are days,
When I see love and beauty all around,
But you might see me juggling with bits and pieces,
Buried long back in the ground.

So  before you call me yours,
See the sides unknown;

I still pray to shooting stars;
In the light of the dawn I’ll write songs on stars;
With the setting sun, in the dark I uncover my ugly scars.

For every wound given,
I will make your heart bleed with my words;
And before you try to heal me with yours,
I will fly away like a bird.

Fly to a limitless sky,
And will come back wearing a mask;
So before you will claim to know me to depths,
It will become a grueling task.

So before you call me yours,
Know me well;
My demons are hiding in a shell.
Open the closed shell,
If only you can love the demons inside,
Because only the ones who claim to call me theirs,
See this side.

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