Demons and Mirrors

I hope you will
remember me
for what you thought
I was,
not what I
really am. The
secrets I held
will stay with
me.
Please remember
that boy sitting
on a park bench in Prague,
wishing
he was back home.
Not the man
when he returned as.

I’m the man
with the demons
stuck behind the
mirrors.
Scratching for
the surface
of this
reality.

Oh,
if I could only
show the transformation
from
excited to
anxious.
No one will ever
be let into
what I
actually believe,
feel.
I must keep
this protection.
This is my kingdom.
Never let anyone
fully in,
It will drive them away.
Maybe,
that’s the best option.

Please remember me.


St. Michael,
the Archangel.
Defend us in battle.
Be our protector.

I’m the man
behind the mirror.

Please,
keep staring
at the broken reflection.

Just remember.