Staring in the mirror this morning.
I can see into my own eyes.
And I see many things.
I see me,and you too.
Two fragments stiched together to make one single image.
Part of me.
Part of you too.
But now the fabric is tearing.
I'm scared for you.
Your circumstances are my worries.
He loves you more than I do?
He's a lie.
A phony.
A fake.
A crock.
I'm the real deal.
Life's problems don't matter now.
All that matters is you.
Run to me when you're troubled.
I'll always be here.
He'll fight,but I'll die for you.
I know why mirrors were made.
So we could reflect on ourselves.
Make changes.
Make ourselves presentable.
That's why I look in this mirror.
So I can change myself.
And make myself presentable to you.
Now When I look in my own eyes I see pain.
Burning sadness.
Perhaps for a crime I didn't commit?
Or an act I didn't perpatrate?
All I ask now is for you.
You must be the fragment that completes the split image.
You alone can stitch the fragment again.
Tell me what you see in my eyes.
And I'll tell the boy in the mirror.
And ask him to make a change.
After all,he's looking himself in the eye.
A copy.
An identical prescence.
A look-alike.
Two fragements from two people.
Stitched together to form one being.
Two reflections with the same eyes.
I see it in the mirror.
In the mirror (Split image)
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