The Screaming Mirror

Used to be a man of magnificence, frightened but bold A radiant flower - fed by the greatest stories ever told Used to be the one not ashamed Now he’s the one, alone in his shaming Used to be a porcelain doll, so self-contained so whole Now broken into a million pieces, scattered like brilliant pearls across the ocean floor Lost in all the battles I fought, the battles fought within this man Used to breathe rainbows, now spit bullets without a plan The man in the mirror is all I see, The man in the mirror staring back at me Arms stretch forward and grab me by the neck Is he reaching out for me? My sneering self of doom and wreck “Have a voice like the wind and a heart like the rain Failing the essence of a young comrade, spare me the worsening pain” He bawls and howls until he loses control I’m choking, it’s suffocating, stops until in my throat he drills a hole “You little pansy of cowardice, return me back my youthful soul” Rips out my heart, straight through the middle of my throat Pulls out the golden letters, the ones for the kings and queens I once wrote Whispers them silently until I hear myself Says them out loud until I believe it's but myself Screams them aloud and I begin to yearn myself Cries and cries them out, until no tear I can shed The man in the mirror then retreats back to his abode Reminiscing me and the high horse I once rode Trapped in the mirror, the man has accomplished his task Convincing every inch of my happy soul to take off my face, the mournful mask.