A Fissure

Look in the mirror...

who do you see...

looking back at me...

I see a girl,

whose hair is a curl...

I see a dancer,

a quiet, little prancer...

I see a girl, I see a boy,

I see an image,

I want to destroy...

I see many faces...

in many stages

with many ages....

So what do I see,

when I look in the mirror?

I see me...a failure...

A fissure...

in the mirror....

cracked, broken,

trapped and token,

a small scattered piece,

of a soul, that won't cease....

 

Sammy