(written in July of 2014 a la reverence)
I try to see myself, it brings me health.
The shelf I sit on brings me wealth.
Not money, no, the brain is helped.
A mirror helps me, sees me, knows me.
It often shows me all my glory.
It often leaves me drunk and lonely.
I reexamine to find my worth.
The frame holds mirror like I hold earth.
I find it when I'm finding hurt.
Reflections are vital.
To frown is to smile.
You stand on your head just to prove you're no liar.
I see myself like mirrors do.
That dusty glass leaves me renewed.
That dusty glass reflects light like moon.
In acknowledging this, my mind feels frayed.
Not shame, but it comes out that way.
I can not blame me on my brain.
I'm blinded now but trying to leer.
I'm happy now but dream severe.
Switching places with the me in mirror.