Man in the mirror...

The man in the mirror, 
when he's staring back at me,
with questions in his eyes,
about what is it I see.

The mask that he wears is fading,
wilting away and weaning.
The cracks begin to show,
the porcelain loosing it's meaning. 

The hopeful eyes deranged,
the painted smile now smudged.
The crafted youth incinerated,
and all his remains now budged. 

There's a corpse buried behind,
now it lays beneath bare.
The man incarcerated with pain,
hidden from worldy glare.

The chains and the shackles,
clinging to his whole.
Rusted iron choking him,
piercing into his soul.

The man in the mirror,
when staring back at me,
asking me the question,
about what I want to be...

Reviews

[Blue Ivory]

That really is a scary place. Most poets hide their true selves from the public, only setting it free to write poetry. My true self came out a while ago and I've been trying to stuff it back under the bed for a while now... We make exceptions and compromise our dreams for a reason. Once it feels like they might actually come true, it's a terrifying feeling. I can relate to this. Plus it goes with your username :3 Great work!

[conversations with her ..]

woah... outstanding

you're talented!

[Ayesha Atif]

Extraordinary!

Keep exercising your talent.

[Bowers]

I really love this piece, its very deep.... we look into our reflections and we question ourselves.... i love how you've written this piece, and the message your portraying through it, great write!

[Dewella~Vintella]

This piece leaves a lot of room as far as personal interpretation, because its all about what others see on the inside of themselves. Wonderful piece, beautifully written.

[B. Maaitah]

Amazing poem, your rhyme scheme was just the way I like it, the facing truth looking into oneself kind of theme kept me lingering attentively throughout the poem... you did well on this piece ! :)