I am you, me

I see the ghost you’ve dressed me in today,

A target for the grief you can’t waylay.

I know that sharp distrust, that heavy chill-

I’ve climbed that same, exhausting, jagged hill.

You’ve handed me a script I didn't write,

And cast me as the villain in your night.

You’re reading lines from wounds of long ago,

Projecting shadows where they shouldn't grow.

There is a silence where our words should be,

A fog that keeps you from truly seeing me.

You search my eyes for secrets I don't hold,

To fit the story you have already told.

But if we breathed through the static and the fear,

The ghosts would fade and leave the human here.

I am the mirror for the parts you hide,

But I am also this heart on the other side.

We're a world of mirrors, blurred and stained,

Passing on the weight of all we’ve sustained.

If we laid down the masks and let the silence end,

We’d find a human where we saw a ghost, my friend.