Try saying that
To my face
Why don't you?
Us, living
In this messed up
World of
Shattered mirror
Shards
Reflecting the pain
Of the past
That we try to
Forget.
Cover it with makeup
Cover it with masks
Sew your mouth closed
And don't
Speak.
A
Word.
Not one word.
That would break
The peace;
The trust we
Have in each other
To forget
Our mistakes.
Mirrors repeat
And show exactly
What we don't want
To see.
"THE TRUTH,
THE TRUTH!"
They cry,
"WHAT DO YOU
KNOW OF THE TRUTH?!"
They yell and
They scream
Stomping their feet.
Their mouths deform
Makeup cracking
Lips, oh so red,
Twisting into
Horrible, jagged lines
As they screech
And let out
The monsters they
hide under the powder
The lipstick
The eyeliner
The mascara
The rouge
Afraid of what
They are inside
So they blame the others
They blame me
Anyone and everyone
Just not themselves.
The mirror is
Shattered
And we are slaves to ourselves
With our card tricks
And money
We sell our souls
To the machines
Of society.
We are blind
To our faults
And the beauty of
Our corrupt world.
So don't blame me
For all of your sins.
You burned the books
You killed the people.
I didn't commit genocide
I didn't kill dreams.
You know what I did?
I gave money,
Oh that precious
Money of yours.
I gave it to
That man on the street
And to the charity
For the homeless orphans
That survived the abortions.
You didn't want them
But they're there
To remind you
Of your shameful pleasures.
I gave it to the waiter
Working at McDonalds
So he can get enough
Green papers together
To go to college.
I gave them my love.
I gave them my prayers.
I gave them hope.
You gave them fear.
You gave them pain.
You gave them the sadness of
An unwanted child.
So if you're going to
Talk about what I "did"
Say it to my face
Then forget about it
Like everything else.
Yeah.
That's how it goes and goes.
-Willow Tehya
