New Poem
Here I sit upon the world's mantle
People pass me bye and gawk at what they can see
Every year I become slightly more tarnished
Occassionally someone looks in and finds something...
...Something they dun like
....Something they can't accept
.....Truth
So justly, they use physical aggression
Perhaps trying to Kill what they see
Perhaps trying to force a new reality
But why harm the purveyor?
They simply see what I reflect
Perhaps they blame me for distortion;
They are ignorant of the facts:
Refraction depends on perspective...
You cannot bend me
You cannot mold or manipulate me
Doing so will cause me to crack
To break and shatter
To fall to the ground in millions of smaller versions of myself
Become jagged to those who hover over
Only to be swept away with yesterday's memories
It's a lonely purpose to simply sit/stand and watch
Unable to move
Unwilling to change
Incapable of revealing mysteries under the surface
Cursed for having so many roles
Untrusted for having so many faces
The structure can remain the same
But the contents can change a million times over
Full of images but empty inside
You can look for yourself
But will you ever see?
Myself? I am hidden
Below the lies
Below the stereotypes
Between the prejudices and the expectations
Not quite down to the cynicism
But at the core of existence
I do not seek pity
...I almost feel compelled to offer it
I do not want empathy
...Sympathy is "synthetic"
I just needed to steal several moments of your life
...Maybe just to feel that I still have one
Leaving me, ironically, indebted to you
...Feel free to take from me what you can
Touch the cool slick exterior that I withold
...Let me feel that warmth for a moment
...Give me your fingerprint to wear proudly in this war against life/people/time
Fairy Tales present unfair expectations
I cannot show you my personality
But feel free to stop by and look for a while
I'm not going anywhere...
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall..."
People pass me bye and gawk at what they can see
Every year I become slightly more tarnished
Occassionally someone looks in and finds something...
...Something they dun like
....Something they can't accept
.....Truth
So justly, they use physical aggression
Perhaps trying to Kill what they see
Perhaps trying to force a new reality
But why harm the purveyor?
They simply see what I reflect
Perhaps they blame me for distortion;
They are ignorant of the facts:
Refraction depends on perspective...
You cannot bend me
You cannot mold or manipulate me
Doing so will cause me to crack
To break and shatter
To fall to the ground in millions of smaller versions of myself
Become jagged to those who hover over
Only to be swept away with yesterday's memories
It's a lonely purpose to simply sit/stand and watch
Unable to move
Unwilling to change
Incapable of revealing mysteries under the surface
Cursed for having so many roles
Untrusted for having so many faces
The structure can remain the same
But the contents can change a million times over
Full of images but empty inside
You can look for yourself
But will you ever see?
Myself? I am hidden
Below the lies
Below the stereotypes
Between the prejudices and the expectations
Not quite down to the cynicism
But at the core of existence
I do not seek pity
...I almost feel compelled to offer it
I do not want empathy
...Sympathy is "synthetic"
I just needed to steal several moments of your life
...Maybe just to feel that I still have one
Leaving me, ironically, indebted to you
...Feel free to take from me what you can
Touch the cool slick exterior that I withold
...Let me feel that warmth for a moment
...Give me your fingerprint to wear proudly in this war against life/people/time
Fairy Tales present unfair expectations
I cannot show you my personality
But feel free to stop by and look for a while
I'm not going anywhere...
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall..."