Sunday, 21 August 2011

They are all.

When did they eyes in the glass become judgemental? Telling me the lies that only they can see through. The only person I can never escape. The one person I can never escape. The one who will always tell me the truth. The one I could never deceive. When did they become right? They changed into what I hated. They stand there, taunting me. Mimicking me. Copying all I say and do. They have all the experience of my time locked into them.
The glass moves as I do. We are one and the same. They show me what I will be with themselves. All that I am now. They show me what I know but have forgotten and hidden. They are the memory I can never forget. They are the past, the present and future. They are the forgotten and the remembered. They are the good and thebad. They are the favoured and the alone. They are the dark and the light. They are all.
The eyes that show me who I am. The eyes that cause me to run and hide. The eyes that compel me to leave their sight. The eyes that never allow me to leave.The eyes that show me what I am. They eyes in the glass. The glass mirror.

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