25/11/2009

Mirror Image

The mirror hangs on the wall,
Where it has always been,

Alone.

A little cracked,
A little chipped,
But the reflection has not changed,
I am still who i was then,
I was what i am now,

My palm placed on the cold glass,

My pain laughs,
My silence screams,
My fears ridiculed,

The screen fogs,
Then clears,

Inside my head,
My mind shreads its findings,
Leaves it altered,

I could be planning your death.

Can you see?

Sympathizing with your problems,

Do you see?

Pondering your real motive,

Still can't see?

Should i turn on a light?
Step back?
Make it easier?
Show you the whole picture?

Tough.
I can't.

All you see is the outside layer,
The protection,
Against people like you,
Against people like me,

It's time,

I unhook the mirror from the wall,
And let it drop,
Shattered to pieces,
A gigsaw of reflective shards,
I am no longer whole,
But i was not whole when the mirror was in tact,

But you didn't see that,

Did you?