Battered mirror pieces reflecting
Seven years of tears, fears, with best efforts
Tried to steer clear, swerving and dodging
The pot holes, oh the woes
Of our choices, voices of opinions
Nothing more than…
Pieces of me scattered everywhere
Reflections that stare; fragments laying there
As I’m trapped in my thought; searching for a way out
feeling my way through those dark thoughts, shout
echoes of I told you so; residual dismay lingering
around me, the perpetrators pointing and fingering me
as the scapegoat so they can gloat at me trapped
in my thoughts searching for a way out of…
Here is where I’ve been treading life wading in
My own sin that begun not how I began
But how you began; the start of a fairytale
You bought into a media spin; envisioning
One’s junk as another treasure using your
Stick to measure your own pleaser
While you the hypocrite; grinin and skinin perpetuating
The lies, with cries of injustice inflicted on them.
Not by my hand only their command, words spoken
That leaves others like themselves not whole, just broken.
