Knock Knock
Mirror shows me twisted lies
Who I am deep in my mind
So little shown so much inside
Parts of me I can’t abide
Steam the mirror before it’s clear.
I still look good …don’t I dear?
Sudden gasp look in my eyes,
I spy the look of another’s guise,
Angry wanting, secret, closed
Trying hard to stay composed
I am a rogue with gentle blues
Sweet as pie with attitude
Fall down from the bitter tree
Castigate the man in me
Wake upon the tiled floor
Don’t worry guys been here before
© 2016 Michael J
Garland
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