Mirror Mirror

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Oh shit, when did it fall?

Please say something.

Speak to me.

I’m ruined; how can this be?

My mirror whispers lies to me

Of beautiful reflections for all to see

And everyone will smile

Because we all have our mirrors

But mine is on the ground!

My mirror is shattered

My lives in tatters

Oh how can I go on?

Who is going to bring me comfort?

Are you going to tell me all sorts?

Of knowledge that I can know,

Of feelings that I will grow,

Of what my life is to be?

Oh come now, you’ve got to be kidding,

Do it myself, please have some pity.

Sorry, hey stop, no need to be cruel.

Okay I’ll listen, yes, and hear you too.

Just don’t tell me the obvious truth,

All that’s my relative proof,

I need my mirror!”

~

DBrown Fisher

© June 1990