Unreflected
She looks into the mirror.The mirror that she cannot see herself in.
She's not a vampire,
Not a ghost...
Much worse than any demon,
It's found in every corner,
In every crack and crevice,
In every beating heart of every person
It is the purest kind of evil,
For it is a sin itself
And everyone has, is or will perform it.
Much worse than any demon...
much worse than anything unknown and feared.
She looks into the mirror.
Much worse than any demon,
possessed?
Perhaps.
But what has possessed her is unbelievably common
It's found in every corner,
In every crack and crevice,
In every beating heart of every person
It is the purest kind of evil,
For it is a sin itself
And everyone has, is or will perform it.
Much worse than any demon...
much worse than anything unknown and feared.
for it is something well known.
something we need to do to survive.
a necessary evil that one learns to Love
To Hate
To Need
To Hear
To Say
A Fact of Life.
Something somehow as unwanted as
Death
Death
Hatred
Fear And yet as much a part of life as any of them.
And as much needed.
Lies
Lies and
Lies andoro
Lies but at leas
Lies ad ive triedan
lies! but oh well i gues
Lies and
Lies andoro
Lies but at leas
Lies ad ive triedan
lies! but oh well i gues
It's difficult sometimes to lie to people. Sometimes easy. Sometimes, not even an issue.
But there is one we cannot lie to. The one we can only briefly fool and blind from the truth,
Is the one who is witholding it
But there is one we cannot lie to. The one we can only briefly fool and blind from the truth,
Is the one who is witholding it
She looks into the mirror.
The mirror she cannot see herself in.
She accuses the mirror for being unreflective
How incompetent it is that she is unreflected
everynight
And slowly, and silently, her eyes water, she cries.
How incompetent it is that she is unreflected
verbally abuses this object for fabricating lies
everyday
everyday
everynight
Looking at her straight in the eye
guiltlessly lying
guiltlessly lying
And then one day,
as she stares out of the window and sees the clouds sail by in the wavey sky she catches a glimpse of herself in the window pane.
a transparent image of herself.
And slowly, and silently, her eyes water, she cries.
For now she knows that the mirror was always true.
That she was always what she could see.
"It was never the fragile mirror that lied,
What I see is the lie within me."
That she was always what she could see.
"It was never the fragile mirror that lied,
What I see is the lie within me."
posted by Yani Malai @ 7:13 AM
2 Comments:
if one could see lies as the fabric of life then great, because the cohesion of and between things that are abstract remains in the mind
lies are merely the right choice of words used in a very distasteful way to get what we want, but more importantly to give what people expect/desire
if one came and saw what lies could do and moreover if one could see how truth can manifest itself in undesirable consequences, then too bad
think of lies as chocolates, or elephants with wings and orange wigs
-an old friend who came knockin and left before he knocked
BEautiful... Very refreshing.. Gets right to the emotions... Well said Yani...
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