Using the imagery of a broken mirror, readers will learn of lies and how we all use distortion in our day to day lives to escape reality.
Not of you, but your inside
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
Thoughts, reality, torment, demons.
You. Epitome. You. Real. You.
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
When something is distorted
Our minds remember (or make up) what we know
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
You've talked to, and cried in front of
Practiced speeches and lines (sometimes lies)
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
You've played dress-up (when the mirror wasn't cracked)
And pretend. Things haven't changed
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
And you look at reality like it is harsh
Like you can't believe it. So you go back
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
Distortion of what you want to see
Perfection cannot be attained
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
Distortion of life.
Lies being lived (like you and me)
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
Past the make up
Past the uniform (Conformity). We are all insecure
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
You see problems. Monsters, fears, darkness
All of these larger-than-life
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
In the cracked mirror
On the wall
Your reflection
Smiles back.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-07-13 at 21:00
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In The Cracked Mirror On The Wall
You see a reflectionNot of you, but your inside
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
Thoughts, reality, torment, demons.
You. Epitome. You. Real. You.
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
When something is distorted
Our minds remember (or make up) what we know
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
You've talked to, and cried in front of
Practiced speeches and lines (sometimes lies)
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
You've played dress-up (when the mirror wasn't cracked)
And pretend. Things haven't changed
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
And you look at reality like it is harsh
Like you can't believe it. So you go back
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
Distortion of what you want to see
Perfection cannot be attained
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
Distortion of life.
Lies being lived (like you and me)
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
Past the make up
Past the uniform (Conformity). We are all insecure
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
You see problems. Monsters, fears, darkness
All of these larger-than-life
In the cracked mirror
On the wall.
In the cracked mirror
On the wall
Your reflection
Smiles back.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
Read 600 times
Written on 2006-07-13 at 21:00
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