MY WAY 🖋️

By Jeff Oliver

I do not see my reflection when my eyes meet the mirror.

I see beyond the deceitful glass.

I cannot stress this any clearer;

I am unique and often misunderstood.

You will never figure me out – which was never my expectation.

I see so many things that you are unable to see.

The shattered mirror represents my beautiful insane mind,

with inkwells full of demons screaming to be set free.

My pen is overflowing with reasons that not many can comprehend.

Those who mock or judge me, do as you please,

but know that ignorance is not a word in my vocabulary,

it does not exist.

 

I live to dream, embracing the screams and many things.

I am stranger than I seem and will never change myself for anyone.

The darkness has always been so much fun, misfits and chaos,

entities and beasts, sitting at insanity’s table of feasts –

the round table of my unpredictable dreams.

In my chaotic and crumbling mind,

the voices are frantic and demanding in a place without time.

I have forgotten my top hat – I’ve lost my mind.

They are force-feeding me sugar cubes, and the promises of pleasure were all lies.

The flowers wilt a deep crimson red as I stare into my reflection’s eyes.

 

I will never apologize for exactly who I am.

This is my freak show, and I’m doing things my way.

You are welcome to stay, or you can leave my bloody stage.

We all share the same fate,

confined within this spherical prison – this cage.