Words from the Mirror
You dare not look to close
You may fear what you might find:
A past composed of
Fragmented glass,
Broken up memories,
In no way whole again
Scattered across the floor,
Some slip through the cracks
Never found
Never remembered
Are they true?
You may never know
If your dangerous curiosity persists,
Pick up a piece and look
Upon the surface smooth as mine
An image of yourself
Walking around in a world of strangers,
Wondering about the people that
You may never know
Alone
Alone
Alone
Look again, but not out this time
Within a mind so hectic
Questions toss, turn, and twist
They take new forms with time
A fusion of ambiguity and consternation
A boiling pot of trepidation
Angst rising, bubbling
Pop
Pop
Pop
You’ve gone too far
Get out
Get out
Listen,
Identity can be a frightening word
How do you know?
How do you know?
Is it everyone you’ve been,
Or who you are becoming?
You may never know.