My Own Spectacles

I see myself in the mirror everyday

And recognise my spots in my faceBut

I don't see my heartAnd there I make mistake.
I wipe out my outside spot
To make my face look fine
My heart remains dark
Slowly I die and decline.
I speak good and bombard a lot
Nobody knows what is in heart
I cry alone, nobody cares
This the world where I reside.
Today I look at my life
What I gain and what I lose
What the gift but great strife
What I guess all in mess.
Look not mirror man
To beautify outward self
Look within and look in heart
To gain the stain and make it perfect.