I look in the mirror,
and what do I see?
So I see me,
or is it all fantasy?
Rough jagged edges,
much like my heart..
from beining to end,
and from finish to start.
Staring outwards,
glimmering radiance,
diamond sharpness,
give live a chance.
Deadly as an assassin's final blow,
I speak and I try, what do I show..
A walking Illusion,
what I want you to see...
never beyond the cover,
do you glimpse,
nor see what I will be.
I break the glass,
throw shards at your feet,
love, life and lies,
a world of deceit..
Favour and fame,
sex drugs and rape,
things of such evil
I can never escape.
trapped in a box.
screaming, clawing for air,
learn it now child,
life is NEVER fair...
I look back to the mirror
and what do I see,
I see a dragon..
a dragon.....
staring at me...
I sit and wonders,
amongst a world of lies..
how to bring the dragon right down to size..
I looked in a mirror,
a dragon I did indeed see..
but now am left to wonder..
Am I the dragon..
or is that dragon me?...
~Gina N. 1999©