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The Lies of the Mirror

Poetry By: Shinjutsu Kage

What i see when looking into the mirror everyday, or a window reflecting my image as it walks by

Submitted:Nov 3, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

It looks at me

Half expecting something

Half wondering if the grass is truly greener

On the other side of this imaginary border

Between his and our world.

He looks different

Yet he is me

But i know this to be false

How can i look like him

I feel different then how he looks

It is nothing of what i see

When i look down at myself

Like that of a god

Or that of a king over his people.

He isn't even what i wish to become

Is he a syren?

One that wants me trapped in my head

Where he lurks

WIthin the husk of me

Waiting for the day i am weak

When he is free

To destroy the village

And leave it in a blaze

To cackle along with the last of the flames

And to look on with the blood of those he killed

Echoing in his eyes.

This image i shall shatter

For it is too good to be true

Too evil to see the light of day

And the looking glass shatters

Along with his dreams and hopes

And i remain.

But am i better then he

Or am i the true villian of the two?


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