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.

What Choice???

What Choice?

When it comes to Love

I didn’t get to choose,

I knew it right away

The heart you can’t excuse;

I’ve known for a long time

That there was going to be a fight,

When my Rosebud is revealed

And she’s cast into the spotlight;

If our Love is to survive

We must show our strength,

Because in order to stop us

Society will go to any length;

And when we pass their test

They will leave us alone,

Only then can we be together

True Love will be known;

And in the aftermath

When it’s time to rejoice,

Everyone will want to know

If I’ve made the right choice;

And my answer will be simple

As I state in a clear voice,

I’ll answer your question by posing another…

What choice???

Abuse of the Worst Kind

Abuse of the Worst Kind

What kind of abuse?

Abuse of the worst kind,

A soul only protected

By the power of the Mind;

The kind spoken in hushed tones

In back rooms, behind closed doors,

The kind that touches many

Mine, his, and yours;

Why such a taboo?

Is it the helplessness you feel?

This is an epidemic,

Yes, it is real!

Everyone knows

And I’m sure that you care,

Just be sincere

And the children will share;

Share all the horrors

From deep inside their mind,

We want to tell someone

About the abuse of the worst kind.