reflections in a neutral mirror

october, 2006

I cast so much shadow on myself...
it heightens the mystery and keeps the sheep away.
I speak of rage and hate, of falling.
Some days it seems I have forgotten
     how to smile, how to blink
My wandering, glaring stare makes them nervous
(it is as it should be)
I am tired of being seen as nice
so tired that I would rather not be seen at all.
I draw perverse pleasure in being unreadable,
unpredictable...  so I play it up.
This is not to say that it is all an act.
I could sleep better if I were not keyed up
sleep forever if I were less wary.
My world is simpler when I am there,
at the mouth of hell, armed and armored.
The world's problems shrink down to smaller size,
small enough to be solved by squeezing the trigger.
Someone once told me I looked mysterious,
like I am up to or even hiding something.
So I told her what's on my mind.
Haven't seen her since.
My sense of irony has me laughing,
Somedays I just cannot resist the urge
unsheathing my claws in front of the sleepers...
It reminds them and me of why I stand apart.
Some say I have an edge,
without having seen my claws first.
Airs, dangerous; illusions, dangerous,
but what they see is still a mask.
(most cannot even guess my age)
One even said I was humble...
I can only hope it continues
let it last a few more years
let it last until I am on the path
until the face in the mirror
is no stranger.

Reviews

[Jaded Perception]

i have seen the airs..the mask..the claws..and i see you. and i love it all. FRAFE