Me & My Reflection
My eyes; bruised, beam with the glow of bright moons
I cry too, streams with the flow of typhoons
If the grief in my soul won’t leave me alone, I’ll die soon
I try to find the key to the zone where my mind’s strewn
I raise my hands to guard my eyes from this dark surprise
Shock enters my heart, and rids it of it’s stark supplies
I’m rigid, Her hateful face is livid as she starts to rise
My joy sparks and dies, as this demon barks and cries
I do not reply or show any dissent, I remain in silence
As I see her get ready to vent, I’ll be maimed in violence
Her hand reaches over, she gets a grip and grasps my hair
Beating my back and shoulders, while I gasp for air
She’s savagely beating me, I’m being ravaged repeatedly
I’m scrambling feebly, but still she’s attacking me easily
Recently these scenes have been happening frequently
She’s laughing in secrecy, a demon lacking in decency
She connects with my cheek, my face is a mess and I’m weak
I'm failing the test, she won’t stop ‘til I’m wrecked and I shriek
Her face is contorted in rage, nothing’s in place, it’s distorted
She’s unlocked from her cage, and her hate won’t be thwarted
Her eyes glare, with the wry stare from my nightmares
Nobody says life’s fair, but how is she trusted with child care?
I feel my arms get raised, she stares with a harmful gaze
A dark malaise fills my mind, as her eyes spark; ablaze
I look, and see her swinging for my nose with a right hook
I’m shook as it connects, the blood flows like a wild brook
Her left fist connects with force, sore and effective
Defective emotions have shattered and torn her perspective
She lowers me to the floor, and stands over me once more
Stomps my face, now the tide of life is throwing me ashore
Fists crash like a whip’s lash, leaving my ribs cracked
The room spins in circles, I clench my teeth at the impact
I feel tired and alone, as she rips the wire from the phone
I grunt and groan, her twisted desire’s becoming known
She binds my feet, then ties both arms behind a seat
My defeat is apparent, as she gives a smile of blind deceit
She approaches my face, her wide eyes frozen in hate
Her temper roasting, it’s me she has chose to berate
She slaps me, and now she giggling; happy
The sting lingers, as she curls her fingers and grabs me
Pulls my head towards her own, with extra force
Her twisted mind embraces evil, and neglects remorse
She spits in my face, and tells me I’m a pitiful waste
A single mother, saying that her own kid’s a disgrace
She says she has a drink, she will need me to swallow
Then I see the bleach, as she turns to reach for the bottle
My fingers tear at the seams of the rope, as terrible scenes
Enter my broken mind, enough to make a therapist scream
I’m dying, it’s nefarious and she’s finding this hilarious
But the rope is untying, though the timing is precarious
Finally I jump from the seat, just as the bottle is rising
Adrenaline ensuring my once tired body, is thriving
I pull the rope tight, with it wrapped in both of my fists
Put it over her throat, I can hear her choke as I twist
I drag her back to my body, so I can see her evil eyes
As she gasps for air, attempting to breathe, then dies
I walk out the house, without care and no kind of haste
Standing over a puddle, I stare at my mangled face
I refuse to grieve for my mother, or weep at her deception
From now on, all I’ll ever need, is me & my reflection