I have black magic seeping from my fingertips into the ground
a cloudy, smoky substance that dances in the air
and twinkles in moonlight
I hate it
I hate how beautiful it is
I hate how much I love this magic
I hate how much I enjoy using it
so I will use it to destroy anything I love
as a punishment for the things I do not deserve.
sarcastic jabs and quippy lines
I hope you know I usually don't mean it
and I know my best is not enough
but that's what being human is all about
I don't have to worry about perfection
I will overcome compulsions
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
I go to therapy and dish it all out
Everything that's too personal to tell my sister,
Everything that's too serious to tell my Mother,
I dish it all out
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