16/11/2016 Every time I close my eyes
This is a room full of mirrors,
but it is not me that I see
when I turn this way,
that way, or this...
Your eyes haunt me,
there they are glaring defiance
at me, at yourself, at the world,
you live to fight....
Your small fists ball,
your teeth flash
-that is no smile-
This is a room full of mirrors...
it is not me I see in them.
It is you.