When I blink it blinks
using the Same eyes to see
that I can't I live up
to a better reflection of me.
2 years apart but miles away
while she received praise
I received Bullies and Pain.
"Well you're just in a phase."
They think they knew how hard it is.
While she was on a stage getting a degree
I sat at home, sulking, resting
a crushed and battered knee.
It seemed life didn't want me special.
Surgeries made my joints soft like wheat.
How could I bring home the bread
When i could no longer be an Athlete?
The worst part about a mirror
is noticing you are on the wrong side
the better part walks away while
the reflection flees to hide.
When it speaks I speak
but I come out more clear.
Everyone loves the kid
who breaks off from his mirror.
They say its a tongue of silver
judges claim its a bit more bold.
I speak of truth love and hate
earning me a medal of gold.
They say the words from my mouth
must have blocked the pain
time spent boiling in my hell
went to enriching my brain
At times I passed the reflection
but the truth was I didn't care
My breath still matched her's
but no more is there bitter air.
The best thing about a mirror
is that it eventually breaks
allowing a chained down prisoner
to reach their own fate.