George's Writing
A Mirror
The mirror tells me what I fear and dread. It knows my deepest secrets and thoughts.
My unknown twin calls from the reflection calling me names.
I turn away, still hearing her voice echo in my head.
I want it to stop, to make it go away, but it gross louder with my pleas. It hid in the shadows feeding my angers flame.
It burns me black with hate and passion that drive me insane.
I lie awake at night watching the shadows come alive, and pass before my eyes.
They shape what the hate in me fears, and I scream inside with my mouth closed tight.
Go away! Let me wallow in my own misery.
But they don’t leave, then never do.
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