The Man Behind the Mirror
I am the man behind the mirror
I am nameless,
loving to some
a plague for others
i show them what they dont want to see
but mostly i show the truth
i show the truths they are too afraid to accept
i am the reason teenage girls hide
ogling me
ogling themselves
because i can show them whatever i want
but i choose truth
truth is hard
everyone looks at the mirror differently
i create insecurity
i create unworthiness
i create ugliness
i become what i create
hideous
Many have seen themselves
but never me
i am but a figment of their imagination
until
a girl
her name; Madilynn
obnoxiously spelled much like her
no more than sixteen
i despise Madilynn
how can she look at me
smile
shrug
leave
no fear
no hate
shes not attractive
while harsh to say about a child
it astounds me
how
Madilynns friends all gossip
too ugly for anyone
they say
but she
smiles
shrugs
and leaves
how can she not feel pain
the pain that envelops me and all others that view my images
the fear
the insecurity
the longing for change
the jealousy
it shapes each person through childhood
wishing to look like someone else
to not look like themselves
twisting away from my creations
from the truth
taking it into their own hands to craft my creations
A desperate bid for control
while i show truth
i do make exceptions
for those who deserve it
and i make sure everyone hates me
and if they dont
i take it into my own hands
a few slight alterations
months in the gym
tens of thousands spent on surgery
all gone
its nice having self esteem in my grasp
i dont even have the freedom of a name
why not steal their identity
and Madilynn
so happy
how could she be
editing her image
nothing
no rage
no despair
no insecurity
no crying
but how?
thats when i hear
Why is she like this
and she cries
seeing her matching black eyes
once not doctored by my own manipulation
fury at someone who could withstand my wrath
gone
Perhaps i am the man behind the mirror
the man of ether
the monster under the bed
the nightmares
the horrors
the pain
the suffering
but perhaps
I can just be the man behind the mirror
a protector
viewer of the truth