Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Who is the ugliest of them all?
Sticks and stones can break my bones
words can be like a thousand hot needles
thrust into my heart and
twisted into a knot of hot thoughts
that burn my temple of esteem to the ground.
Sleighting comments smite me.
Remarks slip softly from lips,
drip corrosive acid ino my soul
and weave holes in my wholeness.
An innocent comment
can be as delicate as the flap of a butterfly's wing
yet can start an avalanche of pain.
Let's replay the old movies again and get the hankies out.
If I get any closer to the mirror
I could fall in.
Like Alice through the looking glass
climbing into a world of illusions,
distortions of reality
stare back at me
and I am shattered.
Help me pick up the pieces.
You see a molehill and laugh.
I hear your laughter thundering in my ears
and I tumble down a mountain.
Do you even know how long it takes to climb up again?
It's merely a miniscule mutation, isn't it?
Please assure me it is
even if I ask you a thousand times a day
even if I never believe your answer
even if you hate me for asking.
Hide the spoons...