Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Looking Back

The face looking back through that mirror
Was way the hell happier than I remember
I never felt that way, so I blame the cracks
Because there was never a time I could be
Anything more than barely existing
All I ever wanted was be yours, at my core
Just to get there I had to still fully surrender
And now I'm mocked, constantly attacked
For being honest, telling the truth and more
Leave me alone, my inner truth is calling
Telling me I'd fucked it all up, I'm falling
With only my dreams to break the fall
But somehow, I've stopped caring

“Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and
impossible to get rid of as his shadow.”                     W.H. Auden