Amongst the people I've seen throughout the streets,
sometimes the stores, and buildings, at school or where I seem to meet
Them, they would gaze at me with wonder
and with words that compliment me like a shower
Round, bubbly, bounding eyes
with a layer of onyx that lies
underneath the white sheet of truth.
With ebony strands of thick silk
that flow gently with the breeze.
With the childlike cheeks that come with
a welcoming, warm smile.
Plump, puckered yet calming with the overflow of pride
With layers of so-called talent that made others envious
but humble and noble of claims that made them seem more
While returning to my shuttered chamber
I glance at the clear plain surface.
They say those things would never lie, while all I see
shown all over.
I see that thing who stares back at me
The dull, dark blobs that lie on its head
The obses, ploudering
shape covered all over.
Those plaster lips that are stuck like a permanent smile
cursed to remain there forever
and that facading face.
Those tricks? never saw them as useful
have I seen such pettiness in a mewling thing
that stares right back at me.
Obese and cow like
dragging on the plainity of its existence.
I go back and rest
for what I've seen.
Double of what I am and what i really am.
reflecting reflection of