I am a mirror Held up to society Allowing it to see its true face The anger I show Is only a reflection of what I see The hate I feel Is no more than a reflection Of what has been shown to me Inspired by this photo:Photo by Alex Iby on UnsplashAlex Iby
Do mirrors ever lie? Is it possible for them to trick the eye? Show an untrue reflection A false illustration Of the one who is looking Trying to catch a glimpse Of themselves? Should we trust implicitly The person that we see? Or should we question The manifestation Staring back at us? Treat it… Continue reading Do Mirrors Lie?
Am I awake Or am I still sleeping Is this real Or am I dreaming Maybe I'm trapped In the space in-between There stands a mirror But who can that be Not my reflection Staring back at me It looks like me And walks like me And as I move It copies me But there's… Continue reading Dreaming
I read the words that I once wrote The way I used to think A snapshot of a younger me Immortalized in ink It's so long since I wrote it Yellowed paper, faded lines The handwriting is different But the words I know are mine And for a moment I travel back I… Continue reading Looking Back