Every time my mirror lies to me
I swing a mighty hammer to smash it
When it shows my stripes
Or tells me my age
Claims I'm not bright
It always feeds my rage
But warhammer blows
Turn into baby taps
Like a plastic rattle trembling
After I stay up past my nap
Everything is diminished
When reflected in my mirrors eyes
At times it seems like water
Or it could just be the tears it makes me cry
Mighty is weak
Large becomes small
Pretty becomes hideous
Reversing pretty much anything at all
And before you suggest the obvious
And tell me to try tapping lightly
Which clearly would smash it to pieces
Ripping it softly from the wall
Nope
That doesn't work either
When I try outsmarting it
All I can hear is laughter
As if its just having a ball
Mirror mirror this
Mirror mirror that
Here there and everywhere
All a fucking funhouse
An inescapable siren call
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