Reflection
I don’t know a pain worse that you
You cry out that I am the hypocrite
When all along it was indeed not I, but you
I think I finally figured it out you see,
That I was merely your mirror
A reflection
You were using
Something yet
You still have no idea
That is not me
But solely
Yourself
Lonely as you are
Looking
Searching for a way out
Nothing simple about you
You want
But cannot reach
You strive but really aren’t alive
You gave me the biggest slap
That was the absolute worst disgrace
You have shown no respect for me
or
your own inner space
they always say
know a man
by the friends that he keeps
I really should have taken that to heart
The moment I met those God awful peeps
Barren old **** that she is
Disrespectful and grim
Hides behind her smile like you she does
Perhaps you feel at peace
A comfortable reflection
At last
One that fits
No pressure
To be your best
A barren old **** is she
One that hits on a man
Who stands next to his woman?
WOW, she is olden golden
She travels so far chasing a band
So much yet to reflect
Keep the mirror
Oh so clean
Your reflection
Your mistake
You care not
You just take
Take
Take
You called yourself a villain
As I didn’t see
Perhaps it was your own way
Of warning me
Rest him
As you say
yet be sure you keep him at bay
Take time to reflect
Find the real you
Because right now
I don’t think
You fit in your own shoes
Copyright © Diane Bailey Yoder | Year Posted 2011
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