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Mirror
I look to find the decent side,
The good, the right, in me.
All I see, a mangled soul,
Searching for another.
My conscience tries to persuade me,
That what I feel in whole is right.
Still I try, to realize,
That what I feel just might be wrong.
To me I have become a foe,
A force not to be dealt with.
I look once more and see
Not me,
But her. Gently staring out.
Her hand touches the mirror’s mirror
A tear make a path down her cheek,
Leaving a path for others to follow.
She turns her head to leave,
I fill with shade. I scream and beat the glass.
Don’t go. Don’t go I scream.
I glance down at my bloody fists,
No pain but that in my beating life.
The mirror now shattered at my feet,
A thousand different lives,
A thousand different selfs.
I still do not cry, for no pain is truly felt in me.
No feeling takes harbor any longer.
No love, No hate, No No No No.
I look out of another’s mirror,
Glancing in through the out door.
I see her again, and my very existence,
Everything I am, and stand for, shatters.
It lays, now shattered at my feet,
A thousand different lives,
A thousand different selfs.
I break out of the mirror,
Black blood pours from my open hands,
As I reach for her. She touches my hand,
And gently turns to leave.
A tear, single and unaccompanied,
Lolls down my face.
The man in the mirror wont stop,
And all I’ve left, to myself ,
To my being, to my soul,
A mirror of all I feel.
The love I lose, the love I’ve lost.
The love which is not to come.
A mirror of what I need to do.
Live, let live, die, and watch die.
A mirror of what isn’t mine.
Her heart, her being. A mere thought.
I scream her name in losing myself to myself.
I scream her name…the words from my mouth
Fall like lead to the reflecting pool, mirror of life.
The name I scream is………..
Mirror.
