The Ugly Reflection
A poem about the subconscious mind battling for the limelight.
March forward now, little boy.
Come on, face the wall.
’Cos you’ve been gobbing off again,
Swearing and all.
I’m not saying you’re a failure,
You’re just not worth the strife.
So run along, back home little boy,
And think about your life.
You’re crying again, for God’s sake,
Did I say something bad?
Try growing up a little bit
It’s time to be a man
Walk a few miles in my shoes,
Get some mud on your face.
’Cos this world will eat you alive;
You’re a goddamn disgrace.
So what, you think you can fight me?
You really think you could win?
I’m just your reflection little boy,
The one here with the grin.
© 2017 Sam Kaye
Sam Kaye
Sam is a full-time working father of three, a fitness bod, and a writer; often sighted drinking fine ales and riding motorbikes.
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