Crystal Clear

I stare at myself in the mirror
wondering “how did I get this low”
I stare at myself with fear
wondering “how did I get here?”
I tell myself “Why aren't things crystal clear,”
“everything is just smudged, smeared.”
Yet I look in the rear,
I see nothing.
All I hear are cheers.
They must be near.
I get in my car and try to steer
but my glass isn't crystal clear.
I turn on the radio all I hear is jeer.
I change the station and I hear a man being sincere.
It appears,
a single tear.
Things are becoming crystal clear.
With every tear,
somethings becomes a little more clear
until it soon all reappears.
I can see through the glass.
I see my family and peers
it's been years.
I can hear their cheers,
they're as sharp as spears.
But soon those spears
are more near.
They appear in heart
and stay for years.
The glass isn't clear.
Everything is smudged, smeared.
And as soon as I get out of the car,
I go to the mirror.
It's clear
but what I fear
caused the tears
was the thing in the mirror
It was not crystal clear.

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