The You Behind the Mirror

You always hid behind a mask, created from your fictitious mirror

The things you said, were they lies? Can you make it clearer?

I can’t justify those things you’ve uttered using your native tongues

The harsh pressure that pierces my lungs

You’re not you when people are around,

You’re true self is nowhere to be found

The mirror that reflects your genuine personality

I can’t even see your unique individuality

He told me, “They act like they do, but they actually despise you,”

Are the words he spoke really true?

Am I so despicable that you have to put on a fabricated mask?

If you wanted to lie so badly to me, is that really an onerous task?

Acting so hypocritical in front of me, admonishing me to not do the same

Just how am I supposed to believe your claim?

I used to think you had a perspicacious judgement

But now its seems you just made a lousy adjustment

The “him” that he hid, was to maintain his favorable image

While in front of me, he appears in a cruel visage

His eyes glowing red like a venomous snake

You act kind to others with your reputation on stake

You’re different than him, but yet you act so similar

Could you two really be that familiar?

I thought both of you were disparate

He’s atrocious, while you’re supposedly considerate

I guess you’re just no different

You only let your mask slip when its urgent

The you behind the mirror, I don’t want to see it

I can already see your nefarious intentions being bit

In the past, I thought you were kind

But now I think something impaired your mind

Now you flaunt me around to your people

What a ostentatious mother you are, making others feel unequal

I never asked and never want to impress

I don’t need you to criticize the way I dress!

The ways people whisper to you about the lies you concocted

Why can’t I just be adopted?

Your desire for other men,

is despicable and unfaithful while I look through my pen

Where is the ‘you’ that I used to admire?

All your reprehensible actions only lit a fire

I can’t even stand looking at your fakeness

I ignore your guests without sparing my kindness

Heading towards the person you betrayed,

my heart filled with hatred, I toss away the image you portrayed

The you behind the mirror that I used to love

But that was before when “truth” gave me a shove

I soon realized that you’re not the one,

with all those atrocious things you’ve done

You yell awful words at me to relieve your own anger, you problem maker

I’m not someone you shout at, you’re supposed to be my caretaker

I want to just shut my ears to your voice and escape

I feel so trapped, so depressed because of your grotesque shape