The Invisible Man
| An Invisible Man by Rich Reith He was an invisible man Terrified of being seen, Holding up a mirror And sculpting his life around it's images. To everyone he knew He mirrored back Whatever they wanted him to be, Never revealing the true man inside. Multiple mirrors, Each for the views of himself He was willing to show. To people with character, He mirrored a man of character. To the women who wanted a stud, He reflected a stud. To the children who wanted a father, He mirrored an image of a father. No substance to stand on. Just smoke and mirrors. Through it all The fears inside made him hide himself. Never feeling sufficient, From a lifetime of parents Who showed him that he wasn't. He will die someday Just a mirage to all who knew him. He will die one day Never showing himself, Finally going to the grave With his song unsung. Copyright © June 2008 by Rich Reith. All rights reserved. |
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