• Mirror

    If only I could get across the meaning
    I myself couldn't make into words.
    What then would you do with the daggers
    that flew from my mouth without curb?
    Could it be that this awkward silence
    can be crossed by these few things?
    So what would you have me say then about
    lies while you look on - condenscending?
    So over and over I'll start over trying to
    erase the past years with useless murmurs.
    But you don't need apologies or sympathy -
    the only thing I have to offer.
    If life wasn't directed the way it really is,
    things wouldn't be so twisted.
    So now as I stumble and search,
    I know such words have never existed.
    Can I really continue to life life as if I know you,
    or am I just wasting time?
    Time on petty indifferences, daily struggles,
    and grasping for things that were never really mine.
    So if you want me to explain why I'm here pleading on my knees,
    Then give me the word and I'll start my
    initial climb towards the promised release.
    But you can never be satisfied,
    not even with something that would take 100 years.
    Because my tearful stammering apologies
    and regrets wouldn't even begin to reach your ears.
    So I'll close my mouth in silent repose,
    praying the day will come so I can be freed.
    Because it's always been about all that you want
    and constantly about what you need.
    Then all the things to be afraid of quickly flash
    through my mind and I'm filled with terror.
    Because I realize the person I'm talking to,
    is just my reflection in my mirror.