Manic Mirrors

Take a look at me… what do you see?

Sunshine, warmth and happiness?

No stormy weather nor scudding clouds?

Instead, a kaleidoscope of colour and chaos?

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Like looking in mocking mirrors at Luna Park

Your perspective of me just may be warped

Stretching me like a string of spaghetti

Or squashing me like a rotten potato!

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When you bump into me on ‘perfect’ days of smooth sailing

When not a single thing dares to put a foot wrong

Do you erroneously hype me up, a fantasy Princess

Showering beneficence all around in light and song?

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On dreary days brimful of blustery irritants

You will be hard pressed to catch a fleeting glimpse

Of my crotchety countenance, snarky scowl, or grumpy gripes

My unsociable self hides safely away, sparing society my sour stare.

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Does this mean that I hide my true self?

On these dull days, do I wear a mask?

These bemusing questions I sometimes ask

I hope to be honest, open and true.

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It’s often said “What you see is what you get”

But is it fair to inflict scorn or pain

On an unsuspecting, defenceless world?

I think not! I’ll stick to showering sunshine and reigning in rain!

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