Mirror
FleetusMcGee posted in The F*-Word
By: Kayla
A twitch of the hand, a wink of the eye
These things I seem to recognize
The cold in the air, a mirror, over there
I cannot help but notice these, oh tell me,
where am I?
I look in the mirror, full length and standing
I see only myself, so clear and unbending
But what I see in the mirror,
I see in myself
A world full of lies and doubt without help
I reach to the mirror and brush it gently
These hands, so cold, so weak, so trembling
The glass is speaking to me without words
It’s telling me lies and all the unheard
“It’s true” I mutter, kneeling down
Curling up on the ground
These things I see in the mirror ahead
It is my reflection, the one in my head.
This never-ending dream of me
In this room with the mirror
I see Is it real? Is it not?
Is it merely made of thought?
I find a dagger on the floor
I realize what I’ll do once more
The lying mirror, it soon must perish
I’ll set myself free from this madness
I stab the glass and watch it break
The lying mirror a shattered fake
For what I saw, I see no more
I see only myself, doubtless and free.
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