Set free ...

I took a spear
brought it close behind my ear
with all might I throw it ahead
the image, in the mirror
shattered into pieces
the person in it
was not me
but an illusion
dies in my dreams

I wanted to break free
run from this restriction
from the projections
what I am, what I should be...
how to stand, loved, hated
in those minds I am but a ploy
no more no less a reflection
depends on which way light beams towards my limp
what frame of minds cast over in their glances
who I am changes in their perceptions
the sinister, the noble, the devil, the angel
whatever they wanted to make me
so be it

Still, I am breaking free
away from reflections
of conceptual believes
there is no place to stay
mirrors, people held before themselves
while hide beneath and they peep
at you, they see their own glory or sin
at you, they sabotage or rescue their "me"
it's no place to rest and be

Now, here you are
your eyes blazing at me
seeing through walls of my skin
see me bare... without anything
not my race gender nation or age
you gaze at a soul purely as it is
whether perfect or blemished
kissable or unbearable me
isn't your evaluating scheme
neither wrinkled or flawless
crippled or complete
matters not,
it is me.

standing before you
I illuminate
and finally
I was set
free