Tainted Reflection
Oh mother!
How many times have you sat here just as I do?
Looking at the reflection of someone you don’t know
Reading all the lines crossing your once perfect complexion
Comparing today’s reality with yesterday’s picture
How many times have you gazed at me with jealous eyes?
Seeing all that you have lost
Dragging me to become what you could not
When all I wanted was the touch of your love
Now I gaze upon my reflection
Trying to see through this window of your soul
What makes you take my childhood dreams?
And toss them away like some broken toy
You stripped away my innocence with make-up and dresses
Gave me hard lessons, that beauty is power
Stifled my happiness in the pursuit of fame
And left me with nothing but a face I despise
I look into this mirror of my fortune
I see a child, an angel, with broken wings
Chained to the will of an expectant guardian
One who will stop at nothing to gain what is not hers.
My dreams are not your dreams
My ambitions are not yours to live
My future not yours to borrow
Oh mother,
Please let me be!
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2006
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