Mirror

All good things he adored while young
Seemed to fly out of his hands
Floating up gracefully towards the sun
Hoping to end up in better hands

All good things left of his loving mother
Was overshadowed by paranoid insanity
All he can remember is her asking
Whether he loved her more than daddy

All good things he says of his father
Is gauze to cover festering wounds
Cut down for his lack of anything to offer
Left for conceited wolves to peruse

All good things that made life fair
Had the dreaded ability to disappear
Only to come back as nightmares
As the shadows that he now fears

All good things he believed to be true
Were ruses he created to sedate his mind
He wore profusely the face of a fool
Now all he sees is grays with jaded eyes

All good things he had a light for
Darkened his withering candle's flame
The torches he wouldn't leave on the floor
Left ash pouring down like black rain

All good things he puts for you on display
Provide a canvas on which he can create
To cover the lifeless rock in his chest
And mask the emptiness he's afraid to face