• Wrought iron,
    And frosted glass,
    Hidden truth,
    Untold past.

    Silent and still,
    But never sleeping,
    Always awake,
    But never weeping.

    I am the mirror,
    The mirror on the wall,
    It is only through I,
    That you can see your fault.

    Fading hopes,
    And a tortured young soul,
    A tragic reality,
    A heart not whole.

    Cry me a river,
    But I cannot change,
    The truth will not quiver,
    It will remain relentless and cannot be exchanged.

    Shadows may consume me,
    And the darkness may be all I see,
    But only the truth will be reflected,
    No matter how much or whomever may plea.

    With eyes that never flicker,
    I can only see the truth.
    The person behind the mask,
    It doesn't matter whom.

    Trapped as prisoner to society’s game,
    And concealed behind the lies,
    I can only watch as candor becomes shame,
    And deceit takes on another guise.

    As time moves on,
    And the season’s change,
    Amidst the night arises the dawn,
    And lies are estranged.

    I cannot forget,
    Nor can I tell,
    The entire past,
    And anything that befell.

    All of the memories, All of the images,
    Engraved forever upon my existence,
    In the silence of her past and of her tears,
    Forever there but lost forever and never to appear.