Mad Hatter

Falling through the mirror Splattered with mercurial madness Falsified perceptions melt away Long .sought truths come to the fore. This is my core Where my personal power is tightly wound tightly bound The coil may unleash at any time Smothering all that I was before Where did she go? Who is she now? where will I find the acceptance and recognition of individuality that my inner self craves? Reflections, refractions, reflexions Diffusing the souls that touch my life Focusing the beams onto the rat-a-tat-tat of daily existence Are you better now? ready to step back into that broken mirror? No I'm not It isn't who I am Who I yearn to express Help me build a new mirror One that provides satisfaction in self – even amidst the torture, torments and titillations of everyday life.