More poetry by me

[Anzai Koyanagi]

The Man I Am

I look in the mirror and sometimes I see
The person I'm suppose to be
I almost smile with pride a the sight
but then more images bring it plight

The screaming and yelling, and disappointment
the raging and hateful looks of disgust.
The thoughts of betrayal and threats of abandonment
My conscious reeling, my sanity derails

I hold my head and glare in fury
At the image those voices have turned me into
I seethe in anger and clench my fist
The blood churning between my ears

I snap...

The glass shatters against my knuckles
shards and blood flying all over
My angry expression diminishes slowly
into a solemn, sorrowful contemplation

The pieces fall to the ground, as my limb stays outstretched
I look at the blank board, once hidden by a reflection.
I bite my lip hard, blood drawn, as a question comes forward...

Is this, the man I am?

 

[Lumen et ignem]

The meaning is strong and you use good descriptions. It's good.