Perry Madison

Who is that face that knows my brown eyes?
A midnight phantom, who sees all my lies.
He knows me, stares deep in my soul,
what makes me weak, and what makes me whole.
How can others love him when I hate who he is?
Going through life, which is also his.

I’ve seen that face, who are you?
You know who I am, all too true.
I despise you, it’s never been clearer.
I dread the boy staring back through the mirror.

Tethered by rules, pressure, and norms,
with no choice but to lie down and conform.
Beaten around like a ball between walls,
with no one to catch me in my final fall.

Realization in time, a true life verity
Breaking the glass with newfound clarity.
I don’t need a mirror to see the true me
With broken chains, I can finally be free.
To leave the hive, I’m skyward bound.
To never fall or be tied to the ground.