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