When you see me,
What do you see?
I can appear as you need me to be.
But I am never free.
You see only what I wish to be
I use many faces!
I have a vast collection
Yet in the mirror it’s hard to flee
The pain that lies beneath my reflection
I duck and I weave
I ignore and evade
I smile whilst I grieve
Wishing it was over, hoping to fade!
Like a hydraulic press
The pressure compounds
Self loathing and stress
My brain, it confounds!
But I am not alone.
For this world is an abyss
Turning our hearts to stone
All its beauty we miss.
If we stopped for a while
Saw what is real
Our lives are but a mile
In times ever turning wheel.