wrong side of the mirror

hate them for who they are

the way they bruised and deeply scarred

for lowering the human bar

far

far down

.

hate them for all they say

the way they persuaded you to stay

hate them in each and every way

everyday

from now

.

hate them for your lack

of awareness as you look back

and blame them for you being off track

fact

without irony

.

hate them for being rude

hate them for their attitude

hate them for their ignorant views

hate them just because you choose

.

and who are you after all all that hate? can you honestly say loving, happy and great? have you had an enjoyable day? do you manage to find ‘love’ only as you prey?

it’s easy to love those who are kind. it’s easy to love those who relax your mind. it’s easy to love when you don’t have to find

it

.

but that’s not actually loving, is it? it’s you reflecting back what they are giving. it’s you returning their energy, which is actually the source of this synergy.

so if you are the mirror then they must be real, and you are but a reflection of how they feel. does that put you in control? to reflect what others choose to bestow?

choose is a strong word and actually incorrect. for the unconscious do not know how to direct. they act only from trauma’s aggregate as you ‘choose’ to reflect back their projected hate.

do you see a problem with this condition? with this endless cycle of ammunition? or do you hate because you see, that they are a mirror for you to call “me”?

there is no surer way to anger someone than by holding a mirror to their lack of compassion. do you feel triggered when asked to be kinder? does it evoke rage to be given this reminder?

the ego can’t stand to be something lesser, so it’s better to blame the apparent transgressor. push the blame far outside of view to keep up the illusion of a better you.

Did you ever stop to think this through, who’s the mirror?

Them or you?