Different worlds,
Strange people.
Discovering more,
Delving deeper.
Exploring the corners,
Of my mind.
Searching for one thing,
That I can't find.
Faraway towers,
Beautiful rivers.
Happiness shown,
Only through mirrors.
Corpses begin,
To turn up on beaches.
Reminding me that,
I'm still only dreaming.
Fourteen words,
the sages say, are all it takes
to win a person’s love —
fourteen words,
which I hope to discover
so that I may speak them
into the mirror.
I need to buy a new mirror;
the last one broke when I punched it,
'cause I didn't like how I looked
when I first saw myself.
The last one broke when I punched it
and now my hand really hurts.
My actions were purely irrational,
but I couldn't help but smash it.
Now my hand really hurts,
because I couldn't help but smash it.
My actions were purely irrational
or so I like to tell myself.
I couldn't help but smash it,
'cause I didn't like how I looked;
or so I like to tell myself,
and now I need to buy a new mirror.
Tonight, I spoke with the devil
How strange, he looked like me
A beckoning hand, an awful grin
Is this what I'm meant to be?
That mirror is cracked now,
My hands bleeding fast
I can gaze no longer
At the face from the past
Oh, when will you understand?
When will you understand
That I'm so much more than a sleight of hand
Oh, I'm just a little tired, that's all
Just don't forget to catch when I fall
Yes, tonight I spoke with an angel
Strange, they looked a lot like me
Yet unwilling to help, was he
It seems today
That the world is run by difference
Things that set us apart
Are both beloved and scandalized
It makes one wonder
Why exactly that is the case
A fear of the unknown, perhaps?
Or even worse, of change?
Deep down inside
We are all the same, no?
What does it matter how you are
In comparison to your fellow person
Or are we?
One could argue that
Every person is unique
In their own special way
One day, I will hold destiny in my hands.
I will hold fate like a little songbird in steady hands,
And I will say:
"Yes, I see you.
I accept you as you are,
I can love you are you are."
It will be no different from speaking in the mirror.
But that day, it isn't today.
Today I will only rest,
And perhaps tomorrow will not be that day either,
Or perhaps it will be.
But I stand ready for that one day.
I do not look at me
In the mirror much these days.
This bald pate,
This fleshy, swarthy face
Except to brush teeth
And the vexing necessity to shave.
I do not see me in the mirror
Just the yellowing teeth
And the graying stubble.
I do not need a mirror anymore
Having seen me for
Half a century and more.
I know me well enough.
But the occasional glimpse -
When my eyes meet my eyes-
Tired, watery, dead -
At the fair, at my favorite stall with distorted mirrors
I look at
A squat me
A fat me
A looong me
A twisted me
A me I think me
A shattered me
A stretched me -
Suddenly-
the images begin to speak
They raise a finger at me
and says I am you you are me
I am you you are me -
I hide a smile -
They too...
I stand before the mirror,
Barely able to see my face,
My whole life in front of me,
Hopes and dreams to embrace,
I stand before the mirror,
Not liking what I see,
Small for my age,
Changes occurring constantly,
I stand before the mirror,
Excited about my future,
Lofty goals still I hold,
Naively full of optimism,
I stand before the mirror,
Uncertain of what’s to come,
Full of dedication and determination,
As I’m still young,
One failure after another,
Similar trends are noticed,
In the women I fall for,
In how the relationships go,
Bad luck is one possibility,
But why so consistent?
Bad taste is another,
But that’s not the constant,
I’m the constant,
The common denominator,
The only reasonable solution,
The inevitable perpetrator,
I give generously,
Receive minimal in return,
Yet I put forth every last effort,
Trying to make things work,
Catching her in another lie,
With another man,
Late as usual,
It’s all my fault,
A bad day at work,
Her mother getting fired,
Her softball team losing,
It’s all my fault,
A blizzard in March,
A flood in the street,
The power going out,
It’s all my fault,
Gas prices rising,
A flight delay,
A bad waiter,
It’s all my fault,
you tell her that she's beautiful
She laughs and asks you how,
When theres a crack on her front tooth,
And all short nails which she bit from getting nervous ,
And when she closes her eyes and laughs how her eyebrows become wavy,
In her slightly potatoish nose,
And you wonder where she learnt that beauty lies upon your skin and outer appearance so that she thinks it covers, everything she holds within,
But she let's her mirror and society estimate her worth, which breaks my heart
She doesn't know how many life's she made better just by smiling
By simply being on this earth