To the person in the mirror
That claims to be me.
The unrecognizable person;
Who is this I see. …?
I’m constantly hurt,
by your cold patronizing stare.
I can’t seem to escape it
When everywhere I go you’re also there
I reach out to touch you,
But is blocked by this glass barrier
Frustrated at my self
I rest my hand on the mirror…
Suddenly retracting it by the sudden cold I felt
I think it’s you trying to communicate with me again.
Unable to write normally,
This mirror is your pen…
I’m ignorant to your statements and questions
Totally unable to provide an answer
It the same thing over again
This routine silly banter
I’m afraid to accept you
Knowing well who u must be
So I’ll be ignorant;
Knowing well…that you are ….me
You know I know the truth;
There is a small hint off comfort in your eye
So when the rain comes falling
You’ll be comforting me when I cry…
(Etched in the mirror)
“I pity your laughter
I ashamed of this “reflection” we share
You only see me in the mirror
Not accepting, I’m no one to fear
Can’t you understand?
When you’re sad I’m sad too
Accepting this reflection
You’ll know this anonymous “who”…
But I’m trapped in this mirror
Facing the familiar wall…
I’m tired of speaking when you won’t answer my call"
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