#perceptional

i wonder what the broken side of my mirror see’s,

endless reflections 

shattered perceptions

distorted views, looking at the man with a crippled destiny to choose;

i wonder what the broken side of my mirror see’s,

does it see the other disturbed reflection

the one behind my eyes,

can it see my pain?

or the people i always choose to blame?

its absorbed my ego over the years

the books i read have absorbed all my tears,

the mirror’s absorbed the promiscuity of my youth

every lie, every truth. 

and year after year, the mirror’s are the only thing that actually tell the truth

i dont even hide behind a smile

i give my reflection a gentle nod, as if i was my own God, 

its said that we have to knit our own purpose in life

hold our head up high, do not hide