dismayed by the dreams gone away,
a mirror shit with shifted purpose,
not a reflective surface but a spitting sheet,
i abuse the face that looks at me,
prove myself to the one who hates,
a seeded vessle,
waiting to flower,
my betrayer,
the deciveer,
myself,
a wicked way to burn,
as sthe showdow of my own viasge,
suffocateds to self,
that was myself,
take a look around,
look at the image that reflects,
a woven visual,
images burned on wooden boards,
words,
pictures,
hate filled messsages shown,
played a part that was not mine,
a role given fly,
purpose,
but not mine…