Mirror

I was at a crossroads one day: I anxiously wanted to write something but I had no subject. I started asking around and one of my friends on facebook said: "I have this friend (she was totally talking about herself) who has trouble when it comes to being in touch with my emotions with dudes I'm talking to/dating/interested in etc... So you should write about something to do with that" The end result is:

Mirror

They say

When you look into

A mirror

You see into

Your soul

I guess this explains

Why, every morning,

Getting ready

Takes so long

I know it looks like

I’m doing a lot

But while

my teeth are brushed

my skin’s examined

my hair’s maneuvered

my outfit’s approved

Subconsciously

My eyes

are fixed

On the reflection of

My eyes

Trying to find…

My eyes

But

I ignore being blind

I ignore being cold

Too bold,

I continue on with my day

I work

I learn

I play

However, the mirror stays

It follows me

Anytime I think I’ve found

Someone who

Was supposed to be found

For me

I fix

My eyes

into

Their eyes

Only to see

My eyes

Then I realize

I am seeing the person

who really needs help,

the person who’s wall

around their castle

is so tall

because of fear

of someone stealing

and manipulating

their wealth

I am seeing myself.

In stealth

And in knights armor

Protecting the health

of my heart

I hate feeling unmoved

I hate feeling numb

I hate feeling like a vegetable

I hate feeling like the only people

I’m compatible with

Are cold

It’s getting old

Maybe if I change

My routine

And speak positively

My heart’s warmth

Will unfold

Because

They say

When you speak into

A mirror

You speak into

Your soul