Mirrors
Too many mirrors to see
Too many to look into
He laughs at me
She laughs at me
But, but they’re just reflections of things
The mirrors wanted to forget
They reflect what they see
And what they see becomes a part of them
They acquire the sickness
Of the mental patients
Kissing and licking them
They have, now and forever, the thought process
Of a few trillion bugs
Biting them all bloody, red, red
They have, now and forever, the nonsense someone
Was confessing to them
Thinking nobody was around to sneak a peek
At their naked works that spilled out
Like thin soup from a loose-lipped can
But they are WRONG
The reflections reflect what you’re seeing
Into a reflection of them
From having been reflected onto by you
In the first place to begin with,
At the start of the reflection process
And now they have all your flaws, as their very own
Troubles
You should be ashamed of yourselves