Change,
I change constantly
not able to recognize
my reflection in this mirror
from one day to the next
losing my mind
in melancholy memories
of what I thought I saw
yesterday
a light behind my eyes
today in the looking glass
my eyes are small and black
I'm afraid of myself
and there's no turning back
there's no going forward
just sit here and change
like colors trapped
in a kaleidoscope
that never see the light of day
and never melt or fade away
they just turn and change form
but somehow remain the same
as I'm shredded and torn
and trapped in a cage
constructed of the futility
of my anger and rage
that cant get me out
and cant help me see
changing and changing
but still theres no me
patterns and shapes
from my choices
and mistakes
create forms
of a figure
that I cant escape.