Shadowed Mirrors

Look in the mirror he says…

Believe me I’ve studyed the mirror more than you’ll ever know… It almost broke me when you judged my display of admiration on deep thinkers.

Funny thing about my reflection is… All my life I’ve looked in it and hated it. How it mocked me. Everything in the mirror was wrong… all wrong!

I finally found myself in this life. Or at least accepted myself and found some self confidence and you throw me right back under the bus.

The thing that puzzles me is I wonder if you even see me. Could it be possible that your view on the world and on me is not really about me at all but your own reflection? Is it possible that maybe you are not only being judgmental on my views, but quite possibly, on yourself? I was actually insulted that you didn’t even take the fact that, you don’t know everything about my life, under consideration. If I could gather the strength to have at least said at least a little more, I would have elucidated a bit, or allowed you to read a little book I used to write all my thoughts in. You tell me to have an open mind, and here you are being cruel and judgmental on something I found quite insightful. I would have hoped for some sort of understanding or positive criticism.

I’ve reached out for once in a long while and the first comment I get is unreasonable judgement on how “lazy” I am. Or on how it only presents the sloth lifestyle and is unprofessional because I didn’t type it into a book or at least have the decency to write it on paper. It was one idea. One minor presentation on one particular view i have… Would you rather I go back to my closed up insecure self and present absolutely nothing to the world?

Then, when I attempted to talk about it you leave me with a rude implement that I’m “still on that?” or still on the subject. Yes, sir, I am! As a matter of fact, I am still on the subject because I would think miscommunication is the root of misunderstanding. So excuse me for attempting to clarify my reasoning as to why I left a note on the table, hoping to inspire someone today. Thank God I was in such a great mood or this could have been the last straw through my eyes. The last straw that would lead to the ultimate eradication of my life. But you wouldn’t know since you didn’t even take the time to know me. 

Sorry if I’m not like your son or your nephews. I don’t have a dick and I believe Istill can take care of this family, (man or woman) given some patience. 

Long story short: Don’t look at me and tell me I’m wrong when you have your face shoved into your own reflection confusing it with me. At least take your own advice before putting your family down for an ignorant egotistical satisfaction in owning the “crown” of man of the house.