Monday, December 30, 2013
"What your mirror thinks of you..."
Sometimes I see you shaken when they're drowning from your cries.
Sometimes I see you stare at nothing---and nothing stares you back.
Sometimes I see the emptiness and shame from what you lack.
I can not give to you what you do not give to me,
And what you are is only what you look at me and see.
When we're alone, I see you thinking, dazed and solemnly,
I command attention, but you hate to look at me.
We are the same, you and I; your only freedom is to break me.
To you I'm bound and tied; I'm your reflection, you'll never shake me.