Becoming Yourself

You stand a mannequin, solemn you weep,
Just another Joe, a person you copy in sleep,
Gazing blank into this window, a dusty mirror
Not yourself, not your mind, a broken one, a sinner.

Reaching for purpose, for color is pointless
when only the artist holds the paint is
suffering from lack of inspiration
where then will you will you find animation

Bargained, you surrendered your soul,
Black, tarred and pitted, now a shallow hole,
Hiding behind this false screen of smoke,
Gagging on identity, you swallow and choke.

The memory of who you could have been
the imprint of the things you've seen
are that you have left to hold
as your mind becomes increasingly cold.

Suffocating under the weight of this ‘life’,
You begin to panic, run, flee and hide,
Remove all this make-up, this barrier between you and you,
Become true to yourself, the real muse.

Look hard into the mirror now
you have yourself to become somehow
cast off those lies you told before
live each day as if you have no more.