It’s such a damn illusion…

It’s such a damn illusion

A fantasy that captivates, blinds and distract us.

What I see outside is nothing more than a mirror,

A reflection of what I carry deep inside.

That’s all it is. 

Me-through others.

But I imagine it’s not me.

I refuse to recognize my own face in the reflection.

It makes it easier 

to criticize,

 

to hate,

 

to be violent.

Because it’s easier to believe the flaws I see

belong to someone else instead of me.