I stand on the edge of a mirror looking down into the refection of what I should be to the world. The eyes of the persons looking back at me are dark and forbodeing. They see Me in fear. They know only what they see with the eyes they were tought to look through. They know nothing of the world outside there own minds.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. The edges now cut deep. forceing me to feel the world around me. The persons walk over smooth flatness and slide across as if it were ice covered in a thin sheet of water. The persons slip and slide falling down because they never stop watching me for fear I may move and disrupt the world around them.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. My feet pain me so, yet I do not move. My bloody crimson shows me what the persons think. The persons think of me as there own personal nightmare. I am everything they fear there own childern to become. Yet I am everything they teach them to be. I am Honest, Fair, Truthful, Kind, Respectful, Smart, Indipendent, Loved, and Thoughtful. What fears them is that I think for myself and never follow a path forced onto me to follow yet told to do what makes me happy.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. The pain forceing tears down my face dripping into the bloody crimson. Now I hear what the persons think. They think I am a devil, an outsider, an eater of souls, a beast, a freak, a killer of dreams, a nightmare in carnet. The persons all have something to say about how I live my life by the way I see the world around me change.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. My legs now are weak. My knees want to buckle as all the persons knees have buckled befor me on this same edge. The pains are great. The sadness in my heart is profound, heavy, cold, deep, dark, and hard. It weighs me down on the edge cutting my feet deeper. I hear the persons around me. They tell me to kneel it will end when I do. I will become like them. No pains, only fear of new beginings, and new doors.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. My knees are bending. I sob in the pain of my sadness and cuttings of my feet. Why do I fight so hard to be something other then the what the persons around me are. Do I dare kneel and become a part of the reflective world that fears me so.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. I look down into the darkness below. The Monsters are great. They roar with passion. They Scream in mind altering anger. They cry in ways that only monsters can. The Monsters bodys grow and pulse as if they were filled with a hundered hearts all beating at once. All beating in differnt ways. None of them sound the same. None of them look the same.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. I now know what it is I must do. I must follow what it is to be me. Grow and pulse. But first I must kneel to honer those persons who could not take that step into the world of pain. The persons are only tought to see with the eyes they have. The persons never learned to see with the eyes of the world around them.
I kneel on the edge of a mirror. The persons around me rejoyce. They dance and frolic around but never straying to far from the center of the world they have created for themself. The persons never lend my pained body a hand up. The persons are to busy talking about how they have a new member of what they deem to be them.
I kneel on the edge of a mirror. I feel a hand grip my own. My eyes open. The monsters all lend hands to me. Helping me to stand on the other side. The monsters who the persons told us would never help those around them in need. I let the hand pull me. I do not fall into the darness below. I float into a world of the unknowing. The fear of never knowing what is to come. The world of pained feet and knees and hearts not of sadness, but of clear eyes to see whats not befor me. The sight to see what I don't understand and want to know.
I stand on the edge of a mirror. Looking down at the person who no longer see me yet still rejoyce never knowing that I am no longer a part of there world.
I ask you all this. What world are you a part of? The world of the persons? The world of the monsters? Or a new world that you yourself have never seen but feel the pains in your feet, your knees, and your heart to be a part of?