Promises

I promised to never let go of the face looking back at me from the mirror,

And I married myself to the sparkling idea that ego make ones path clearer.

Now I repay the sacred vows I have broken with everyone else here but me.

What kind of wicked tales they will tell when asked about my legacy?

Still, I can shatter all the mirrors I see, but I cannot get rid of the shadows,

They linger above me like a shameful mark dipped in pain and sorrow.

I wish I could take the promises back, I wish I could erase the damned eyes,

But they have grown too keen on cutting throats and twisting up alibis.

-Jackie