Mirrors

Not a clue where this one came from quite honestly.

When the mask takes over,

When the mirrors cracks,

When all fails,

What do you call yourself?

Every inch the mask covers,

Every other crack in the mirror,

It reveals another side of you,

Another reflection.

Before long the cracks become infinite,

The mirror becomes so distorted,

The mask doesn't stop at your face,

You're not even you anymore.

Not even a trace of your former self,

But then someone will come,

They'll tear off that mask,

Repair your mirror.

But still...

There's cracks there,

Tiny ones sure but they're still there,

The face staring back isn't yours,

It never was.

It's only ever been,

A reflection.

Author's Note

I guess it's not bad but i don't know if i like it or not...

Reviews

[...]

. profoundly perceptive ... very sensitively and skillfully written ... it's actually very humbling to read simple words and images woven together so intuitively and uniquely ... you express something very basic to almost all of us ... an inner conflict that is almost as much an outer conflict ...

[Muse]

It would crack deeper if it show'd the real image of oneself. We are all fallible creatures.

[Chris]

are we the reflection of others' views?
or the 'cracks' in our own?

thought-full

Chris