The Mirror
Location
A shattered mirror
A million pieces
All me
Different aspects
Different stories to tell
Broken. Beyond repair.
Try to sweep them up,
Try to arrange them, the pieces do not fit
A kaleidoscope of a human, an array of shades and colors cumulating to create a unique being
Each piece, a vocalist, an artist at his best, creating and shaping something regarded as beautiful by some, ridiculed and mocked by others.
The question remains…
Which am i?
The angel or the demon?
Perhaps bot are parts of the unique being that i am
Out of place yes . A loner? Maybe. An outcast? A definite.
My shadow, dark, looming but part of my soul none the less
Possibly the greater side, the side wanting to be freed and shown to the world
The pieces have been swept up.
But still they are not in perfect arrangement nor symbiotic relation.
Why?
I cannot fit anyone else’s mold.
Do not try to change or ridicule me.
The shattered pieces of my soul are for me and only me to shape
Sitting on this bed i wonder what my purpose is, why I’m here, why i continue pushing on only to hit walls and have them crush around me every time
Why?
Because each story and failed conquest is a piece of me.
The pieces will remain shattered on the floor.
Cutting those yearning to make me what i am not
As i grow these pieces will come together, assimilating in harmony
They recreate the mirror.
In this mirror, i will finally see the person i am placed on this earth to be.