Mirrors


Who is this person staring back at me
He looks like me but at the same time not me
So I ask myself could this be a trick
but as far as I can see the image looking back at me is me
Yes again I wonder how can this be
Its strong though I can feel him locked away
Locked away within the deep recesses of my mind
I feel him looking and serching for something but what
I can hear him screaming to come out set free
but what I found out he's best where he is
I bet you wanna know who I'm talking about
it's a version of me filled with anger and rage
locked inside a cage never to be released
out running wild and free tryingto take over me
so I can look through his eyes and see what he sees
feel how he feels and deal what he deals with
he begs me for the key yet I only look back and smile
and tell him no matter how hard you try
you can never take over me because this is my body
and I control what we do because in that mirror
you are the reflection gazing out of that mirror.

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