October 14, 2015

The Mirror of All I Am Not

By emtwytte

Standing before me,
The mirror of all I am not.
As I listen to you
The reflection of my life
Turns tawdry and dim:
Shadows of caricatures
Sketched quickly on
Scrap paper
Or twisted like
A funhouse mirror:
The more of you,
The less of me –
Taunting me with
A me that was
Or once could be.

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