These Streets

Suddenly these streets are looming with dark entities.
A few of them are made of choices left undecided.
Some of them are made out of sad unrealistic hopes.
A great many of them though, are made out of memories.

And as I saw these nightmarish figures come to shape,
My heart beats faster and more intense, my arms froze.
I could feel my legs go limp, and my other limbs fail.
But the sad thing is, my eyes couldn’t look at anything else.

I had to stare at all the feelings I’ve hurt and promises broken.
I had to witness those who loved me, love me once more.
I had to gaze at the moments of sadness I hid with a smile.

And,

I saw myself, my reflection, but it wasn’t me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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