Everything you do affects me negatively and yet
Now you have the nerve to just stand there in front of me trying to be innocent
Expecting me to forgive you of your many sins, so many of them against me
Maybe I should forgive you, something I should have learned in Sunday school
Yet I can’t do that, so that’s why I am going to throw out this mirror!
All of Jessie’s life could be seen in the lines engraved into his face
They told of the many laughs and smiles, the tears and anger, written throughout the years
Looking in the mirror, he reminisced a life lived hard
As he traced those wrinkles, he wondered about the upcoming Botox injection and smoothing it all over
Soul searching if he really wanted to lose that history… Jessie left with his map intact
Focusing on her reflection in the mirror
Rachel wondered how she could go on
After everything she’d been through, there was so little left
Glass was far more robust than her current mental state
It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces
Leaving emotional shards across the floor
Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.
Breathing in sync with the bass drum
Every nerve on fire with the energy of the guitar solo
As her feet began to move to the groove
That was a problem when she saw the flashing lights in her rearview mirror
Realizing there are times when you are broken inside
Everything just rattles around and you feel the stabbing of the sharp pieces
Putting that back together would be difficult if not impossible
Leaving what would be left is an incomplete you
As some of the parts would be lost or the edges rounded to leave gaps
Covered with tape and superglue. Looking in the mirror you don’t recognize your own soul
Embrace a new chance, a new hope, a new you and let the rubble be recycled
Dancing beneath the huge mirror ball
Its reflections allows the light to dance among us
Sound escaping from the speakers driving our bodies into
Contortions of limbs and torsos while
Outside the 70’s became an inferno
Standing in front of the mirror, he feels vulnerable
Until he starts the process of putting on his armor
It’s part the ritual and part the layers of protection.
That makes him feel invulnerable, especially with the addition of the power tie.
Focusing on the boring fundamentals was not his strong suit
All he wanted to do was gild the lily with as much gold as it could handle
Nothing made him happier than making those around him not feel plain
Causing them to bloom and allowing him to make them sparkle even more
Yet when he looked into the mirror he didn’t see anything …
Perhaps the eyes are the mirror to the soul
Until you think about that little crack in the facade
Potentially that means your soul might be trying to break out
It could also mean that your soul doesn’t really want to be seen, breaking the glass
Leaving you either a prison to break free from or just broken
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Underwear discarded, he looked into the mirror
Glaring back at him was such a gangly mess of hair and confusion
Looking away he quickly got dressed
Yielding to his low self-esteem yet again
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