Reflection

You look deranged, as if you are
questioning your own name.

All the pieces that seemed to fit,
just fell apart on the floor.

You can't pick them all up so
you cry a little more.

I see your rage yet you're so reserved and contained.

Instead of pointing the finger at someone
else, it's yourself you blame.

It's no wonder that you question if your
sane amidst lifes little twisted games.

I don't blame your bitterness.

You see, I've been here all along while
you've been trying so hard to ignore me.

You know I exist and that I am very real.

Without me there wouldn't be all
these emotions you feel.

Your so lost; I could help you
find your way but you're well aware
of the price you'd have to pay.

It's not too much, considering the
pain you already endure. If you'd
listen to me you wouldn't
have to worry anymore.

I've been here this whole time and although
small, I still own a compartment in your mind.

As always, I expect you'll turn and walk away.

Do what you think is right.

I'll keep those thoughts racing
through your mind at night.

Don't pretend to know yourself when you don't.

Who are you trying to fool?

I hear your cries, know your disguise.

Everything that you are, I've already seen.

Do I have to remind you?

That I'm always here-

Waiting to be triggered
every time you look
in the mirror.