Sanity mirrors reflections ripples moods pictures new depression joy happiness interior exterior




The mask, a false exterior

Hiding a delicate interior,

Fragile frames of mind

Outlined by the face

In the mirror. 


Seeming just slightly

Out of place

Yet leaving no trace, 

No mark, no sensation

Of depression or joy.

Rippling surfaces distort,

Warping the images reflected,

Revealing that better left

Buried, forgotten, disposed of.


Merge the pictures

And create something new.

Sanity is all just

A point of view.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Kept thinking about a comment I left earlier.