Mirror

This apparent excess of 

Redundant adjectives

Is the only mean 

Of trying to precisely

Illustrate all the nuances

Of such disappointment  

When your little kid

Kill her little bird

Unaware of destruction

Or when the pseudo heroes 

You paint yourself

In deceitful portraits of hope

Melt into a disgusting sticky goop

Stinking more than

The fingers that moved the brush

Sad is this view 

The awakening, realising

That outside you

Everything follows the same

Like a disturbing mirror

Reflecting multi-angularly

The imperfect, ridiculous and biased

When the lies you carve

In rotten wood

Are taken over by worms

Which you, by silly delusion

Took by candy

Suffocating by this dread

You face, understand, shock

Sickening with the taste

Of our inevitable condition