Tales of Torment: Hatred’s Mirror
'Hatred's Mirror' is a mental-mirror, a filter that is placed over an actual mirror, that distorts what's actually there. This "mental-mirror" can be "streaked" and "stained" from trauma experiences; in the form of a substantial single event, repeated smaller events, and/or a constant lacking of something. When looking through a stained mental-mirror, someone will only see the bad, wrongs, mistakes, and inadequacies pointed out to them, and the insults directed at them. This forms 'Hatred's Mirror' where someone is unable to see their true reflection and themself for who they really are because all they can see are the "flaws" that the world points out when standing in front of it. "Love's Mirror" is an actual mirror that we look into, to see our true selves, with acceptance, LOVE, and desire to grow in all ways; mental, emotional, relational, spiritual, etc.
hatred has a mirror, and i'm standing in it
stuck inside a pane of glass, a masking
a reflection of what others see, poured into a cast
the world looks different from this side of the glass
every word is a sword, there's just no withstanding it
from the inside of the glass, pairs of eyes walk past
countless stares that see through everything
there's no hiding, my past-
a reflection that reeks of failure,
an all but false self-projection
streaks of sin stain this glass pane
hatred's mirror is a glass cage
the worst of glares may leave but the distaste remains
put on display, this is my first and last stage
i have no taste for the lack of kindness that continues to pass
i make haste to make a mess of shattered glass
i cannot stay behind such a pane of pain
left out in the rain-
the worthless man has demanded to be free
now i can really see, the real me
i am worth, no less than those that surround me
in my daydreaming, my days were screaming
but in freedom from angst brewing glares,
i'm free from my false belief,
that no one cares
in freedom from the glass cage,
i'm free from the last page,
that was read to me while inside hatred's mirror
free from all that was said to me
free from the masking
free from the casting
i'm no longer standing,
inside hatred's mirror
no more lie-driven projections
i can see my real reflection,
standing in front of, love's mirror
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
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