Broken Mirror

A broken mirror A gustily reflection of misfortunes I don’t recognise myself anymore An honest look at my dishonesty Yes, I’m a liar The image distorted with each retreating step of shame I take, and I move ten steps backwards in life The falling pieces like sharp knifes Pierce the ground with screaming cries No!!! Did I just dig my own grave? The earth bleeds (from me) Soaking the ground with broken promises I try to flee the scene Hoping never to be seen To hide from my guilty conscience Hoping not to be convicted for seven years By poetic justice And the crush of his firm finger He had pointed straight at me The lie exposed Blood on my hands, My fist broke the mirror My lack of character, A life of no restraint Of anger and hate My over indulgences and cutting corners All brought to bare The broken mirror echoes my scattered, dying soul It intrigues me like a thousand pieces of a puzzle, Challenging me to put my life back together You’re such a liar, I dare you! If I’m honest, I know only I can, But my inner voice is unrelenting No you won’t you liar! I put my neck on the block A voluntary fratricide To be rid of this inner, rotten core A mind like Pandora’s box They say garbage in garbage grows! The contents need to be forgotten The combination unknown Self-destruction mode on do-not-unlock I accept I can never run away from my own thoughts This outer shell content with my decision For seven years it exhausted me It haunted me, Assimilated anew in the fields of second chances Reassembled from pieces of glass and blood I return to me a complete reflection