Me

Me; Fact or fiction? You; The definition of… Trust; It was… was? Not is? That’s, shame. So trust was once, Not is, It went… where? I will never tell. Nope, I can’t tell you. Just watch and see, Look at what… what!? OK, Stop! Start over. Take two. Confused? Pause and think. Me; Friend or foe? You; What I like to call… My life; Reminds me a lot of a broken mirror. Maze-like cracks try to hide the pitiful reflection, Failure. Final attempt to show the other side, it shatters completely, Success. Painful shards scatter wherever it pleases, Leaving hideous scares from the left over image. Time, it heals nothing, The pain continues to spread. Time is a twisted murderer, Inflicted wounds multiply by the minute. Can you guys finally hear me? Maybe know me, or of me? Feel me and or see me? Now see me, for me. Why? Still not comprehending? Me; Blinded. You; The blindfold. What was? Wasn’t. What wasn’t? Isn’t. What isn’t? Me