A look in the mirror

A poem inspired by a question asked to me

It’s scary how my reflection stares me dead in my eyes

Truth takes first place as my face dismisses all lies

No use to lie to the mirror as it has never did that to me

As I move he moves but only my side whispers am I crazy

 

Every blink reveals flaw once hidden by my ego

Every muscle within my jaw seems to want me to know

That I am what I am nothing more and nothing less

A reflection of my past an attitude of no stress

 

Screams inside my head collect themselves in my image

Distorting my display I bow my head to my own image

Perfection is a word placed on a throne of stars

Again I look into my own eyes … I now see my emotional scars

 

I ask what is wrong with you and my echo repeats itself

So the question is asked and asked as I answer it myself

Nothing I just miss what we could have been and what I could look at

But as that has been said the mirror silently looks back

 

No we both stand still in a place dipped in silence

Silently silencing my hearts raging violence

Cause with all the time I spent looking at you

It became painfully clear to what I must do

 

Accept that it is what it is and it will be what it will be

Or to put it in my own words I will just be me

So now all the dots connect and seem to be linking

Will I change myself or is this just wishful thinking