Mirrors

The Art of Empathy

Solitary,

By yourself,

Only your mind as company,

No one understands,

Do you understand yourself?

You know how you feel,

You know how you act,

Still, you feel something's missing,

The grace of art,

A missing spot,

Ready to become a masterpiece,

Yet what shall it become,

What will the future bring?

As time crawls by,

There are stones in the river,

Impeding a steady flow,

Yet you must push forward,

You must push back,

And find yourself

Within the dark abyss,

You know who you are,

But how to describe it?

A chaos,

Full of everything and nothing,

A jumble,

A mess,

Yet it's organized the way you like it.

An oxymoron,

That's what you are.

You talk to yourself,

As a separate being,

Yet you know they are you,

And you is I.

Finding yourself as the river of time flows by,

Keep it steady,

Keep yourself calm,

The calm, organized chaos,

All inside your mind,

No, not imaginary,

But it's the truth,

A truth inside,

Is a more honest truth than what's outside,

Appearances lie,

But don't lie to yourself,

How you look doesn't matter,

But what is in your mind does.

Scratch that,

Hit the reverse button,

Blend two of the most important parts,

And make it the mind and heart.

Treat others well on the outside,

Treat them well on the inside,

Paint the missing part,

Slowly, slowly,

As you slowly add more to yourself.

Love and hate,

A jumble,

A mess,

I've said this time and time,

And now I say it again,

I'm a mess, a jumble, yet organized chaos,

Abstract art,

That no one gets just right,

Many misunderstand,

Misinterpret,

Or depreciate,

But you must know what's inside your mind.

No one will understand,

No one but you.

But crystal clear?

No, you aren't,

Everyone's complex,

Their own problems hidden within,

Others misunderstand you,

You might judge others by looks,

All have done that,

But what's outside might only be the tip of the iceberg,

No one knows what's inside,

Sometimes not your inside,

Maybe not others',

Perhaps not even themselves,

But we can all grow,

We can all learn,

We can all succeed in our own odd ways,

Everyone's weird,

Nobody's 'sane',

But we can all have faith in the best of things.

We can lean on each other,

Other outcasts,

Having our journeys,

How they last and last,

I know I'm a bore, and a little strange,

But aren't we all (strange)?

'Normal' shouldn't be what we wish.

Love each other,

Love ourselves,

We can't read minds,

Don't always understand,

But even then,

We should stick with each other,

Through thick and thin,

No matter the bad,

We can always find good,

No matter how hard we must dig through our

Organized chaos.

And lonely minds,

Within our inner abstract art.