I look at my reflection,
I don’t know what I should see anymore.
What should I make of myself?
I see a different kind of boy, in a good or bad way?
I notice he’s dressed in darkness,
Whether he’s mourning, destroying, or hiding,
He will never know.
His gloves taught him how to clench his fist.
The shoes on his feet have seen through much.
Walks for thinking. Kicks out of strife. Dancing for, for…
He doesn’t even know anymore.
His necklaces, a way to show everyone how he feels,
Since no one will listen to his words.
His chain, like silvery stream flowing through the darkness,
A symbol of individuality, or perhaps his slavery.
His hood, a way to keep the world away from him,
It is the blinders of this horse, the shroud of this thief.
Sunglasses, even though her majesty is waxing up in the sky.
But why? To see the world the way it is. To hide his emotions.
I see this man in the mirror every day,
He’s like a picture painted every single morning, with hidden symbolism and aggressive expression brushed onto every inch of the canvas.
He does not need to know what he’s making himself,
His creation will go on nevertheless

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My latest piece. I have been kind of working on this one in my head for some time now. I finally developed my thoughts and wrote them down. As always, criticisms and comments are welcome and encouraged.