She cried when trust died,
She saw a clown in every living being,
She held her palms close to her face to cry,
She saw the reflection of a clown in her palm, why?
She was startled,
It was her.
The world was her reflection!
(Have felt this a hundred times, when I smile the world seems to be bright. When I cried the world seemed dark. When I was stupid the world made a fool out of me. All this while it was me. The world is my reflection.)