thejackal

I stand before a dark eyed figure,
Whose face is betrayed by the foreboding light.
He squints a bit at the morning sun so bright,
An empty glare seemed to find its way over his glasses, and briefly enough right in to my eyes.
I stare back lazily as my hands go to clean the mirror for a third time.
So here we stand as an eternity passes.
What was I to do in this momentary glance?
What could I do to unlock this strange trance?
Could I write down the thought to make him look away?
Try and make all society look my way?
Or could I hide myself and hope they search for me in my introvert personality?
Maybe dance around and get their attention allowing him no space for subjection?
Could I look for meaning in my life so superficial,
maybe something to make a little more special?
I asked once now I'll ask again... What can I do to conquer this man?
What can I do?
What will I be?
What shall I do to conquer the me?
Here I stand in front of the mirror
Hoping to see a little bit clearer
To see with my heart and not with my eyes
To make a serious change in my life
I stand in front of the mirror and see a reflection that sadly shows me this being that can't be me,
and is at the same time as me, me him and him me, together making me of the we.
So what do I do?
I must now leave,
I walk out the door...
I've grown to be my own pet peeve.
yeah that's me.