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reflections
despite the mirrors reflecting me,
it's not me with all simplicity.
i see someone looking perfectly fine,
though i'm sure that reflection isn't mine.
i feel broken and impaired,
don't push, don't fight; i'm not prepared.
the reflection copies my moves,
its' body matches my every bruise.
i hear voices whispering everywhere,
i've looked at the mirror with too much stare.
i turn my head to walk away,
but the reflection is there to stay.
the hallucinations go on and on,
from morning to night, they're never gone.
and though i move, it yet stay still,
watching as seconds, by hours, by days fill.
and one day, i stare at it and realize,
that i watch myself and it stay paralyzed.
that i watch myself too much to care,
that someone was always there.
(r.s.)
despite the mirrors reflecting me,
it's not me with all simplicity.
i see someone looking perfectly fine,
though i'm sure that reflection isn't mine.
i feel broken and impaired,
don't push, don't fight; i'm not prepared.
the reflection copies my moves,
its' body matches my every bruise.
i hear voices whispering everywhere,
i've looked at the mirror with too much stare.
i turn my head to walk away,
but the reflection is there to stay.
the hallucinations go on and on,
from morning to night, they're never gone.
and though i move, it yet stay still,
watching as seconds, by hours, by days fill.
and one day, i stare at it and realize,
that i watch myself and it stay paralyzed.
that i watch myself too much to care,
that someone was always there.
(r.s.)
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