See the sight
of seeing through
See this scowl
as something new
The black of
dilated pupils' gaze
Swollen like a
spreading fire's blaze
Reflected in this
dark
A truth of vision
stark
raving
mad
When I scowl
and the mirror does
right back
When I howl
and the echoes trace
right back
Reflections
of projections
not just more deflections
Absorbed into my skull
Soaking blood-stained soul
Reminding of the wHole
The mirror scowls
as I growl back
Tension mounts
and leaves no slack
Anger to
and anger from
received past due
with more to come
If I lash out
the mirror will crack
Then seven years
will break right back
In broken shards
of familiar fragments scattered
unmeasured yards
of beaten paths so battered
In crimson-tinged treads
where angered steps did roam
are traces of the glass
expelled from mirror's home
When the mirror scowls
be silent, be still
contain your self
control your will
and the mirror may teach you
this priceless skill
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