Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror

I don’t have any mirrors

Never liked what I’d see,

Always saw my Father

Staring back at me;

Never wanting to become

The one I despised the most,

As if somehow

I acquired his ghost;

Frozen for a moment

Memories come rushing in,

Seeing for a moment

The child deep within;

Then there’s the monster again

Staring back at me,

Never liked those mirrors

Never liked what I’d see.