Behind the Mirror

fell down,
but got back up.
angst of the floor I guess...
shed light on this dark hallway
beat into pain
as submission was already there
my inherent qualities
you keep yelling and you are as thin as glass
and I, obsidian.
five, six times past
I thought the will behind my sky blue window
would crack and give
but I keep sitting here
and ignorance of your rage
is such gasoline on the fire
but ignorance is all I can muster.
in a passive trance
glancing over my shoulder
and fighting back
(as hard as I know how)
with a sigh and more futile thoughts.
I can sit here and allocate all my hate
to your face alone
but still you stand above,
grinning.
unchanging, uncaring, without growth
and undoubtably,
I can see my own face in the mirror,
contorted and
stained.

(c) David Griffin Brown 1998

Behind the Mirror fell down, but got back up. angst of the floor I guess... shed light on this dark hallway beat into pain as submission was already there my inherent qualities you keep yelling and you are as thin as glass and I, obsidian. five, six times past I thought the will behind my sky blue window would crack and give but I keep sitting here and ignorance of your rage is such gasoline on the fire but ignorance is all I can muster. in a passive trance glancing over my shoulder and fighting back (as hard as I know how) with a sigh and more futile thoughts. I can sit here and allocate all my hate to your face alone but still you stand above, grinning. unchanging, uncaring, without growth and undoubtably, I can see my own face in the mirror, contorted and stained. (c) David Griffin Brown 1998