Introspection
A Poem
I was decluttering and going through an old stack of papers. I found a poem I wrote when I was 18. Wow how time flies. Enjoy.
Introspection
I look in the mirror and don’t know who I see.
I see a scared boy who fears uncertainty which the future brings.
I see a person who is beautiful and horrific at the same time.
The complexity that seeps through me multiplies with every breath I take.
I wish for peace of mind, but one’s wish isn’t always granted.
I don’t know what’s real and what’s fabricated.
I simply want the truth.
Why am I?
Am I a projection of others’ prayers or do I have purpose?
The path one chooses to take may very well be a dead end.
Never be fooled by the automatons that surround one.
Vitality is harbored in everyone.
I stare at the person in the mirror and ask for answers.
I simply receive glances of anguish.
Am I an end unto myself?
Answer me please!
The unknown person in the mirror simply stares back and says nothing.