The bad mirror
They believe you’re perfectly charming.
There’s a lie beneath the cloak of ego.
A reflection which bites the legs under the cover of darkness during sleep time.
Not at any point where you direct your shield to prevent them knowing the real you, oh no, that wouldn’t do.
Your cowardice is the ink which gives birth to the oath of a lie.
Your mouth the birthing mother giving growth to humanity.
The type of growth most people pay to have removed for the fear of appearing hideous, yet you, wow.
You’ve made a living from parenting them, coaching lies to ladies eyes whilst turning cheeks as though surprised.
I had to watch mesmerised.
The only question left is why?
© G.P Williamson 2017