Poetry

Beauty

Beauty
is something we all have
but
Refuse
to accept.
Staring in the
Mirror
scared
of what we'll see
We step outside our
bodies
and fall
into the twisted
dark poison
behind the shattered glass
Staring back at the
Real World
Not realizing
we're peering into the
distorted versions
of ourselves.
We do not realize
that the
distortion of the mirror
is Not
a
Reflection
of
OURSELVES.
We start to
Listen
to the voices from inside the mirror
and from the
TVs
and the
Magazines
and the
Photographs,
Media,
Society.
And we stand on the other side of the mirror and we stare.
Unable to tear our gaze away
from the
Monster
we have created in our minds.
We slit open our wrists
to let the poison drain out
but we don't realize
we're also letting in the
Poison
from around us
and
we don't realize
the poison is
slowly
seeping
in
and
closing
in
around
us,
compressing
us
Until
We
Explode.
And when it's
Just Too Late,
When we've
Pulled the Trigger,
When our strings have
all Unraveled,
then we begin to see
that
our strings radiate
the light
that's been there
the
Whole.
Damn.
Time.
and we try to tie the strings back together
While gasping for the air leaving our bodies
but then we notice
the strings are dripping red
And
it's
just
too
Late.