Topsy Turvy

Look into my eyes
How long can you stare at me?
Can you take it all?
Keep looking
and you might start to see
someone else's face

Who do I look like?

You can't recognise who you see in there so you're too afraid to look

Yet

You've been trying to take me
piece by piece
but I'm ready
to give you all of me
at once
the only question is
if you can take it.

Try looking way from the emphasis,
the power,
the truth,
Can you take it?

I'm ready to follow you anywhere
but how far would you go?
Spill your thoughts
And I will collect them
like jelly beans in a jar
pennies in a green piggy bank,
stools stacked over one another.

It's a kids room.
Your room,
Your heart.
It's nothing but a small hoard of memories where live - your shadows, your bookshelf next to lamps, lighters, candies, blades and lightning in bottles.
You've always been too afraid to open them
You're afraid of the fire
Afraid that it might consume you
You're afraid of the shadows
Afraid that they might swallow you
like a dark dive in the ocean
You're afraid of the blades,
Which trod across your seemingly easier paths
Afraid you might take the old route.

Little paintings hang in corners.
But all you paint
is just a dark room with a few stars.
You paint the same starry sky
Every night
Never changing even when it dawns,
on you that time is running out.
All you seem to do is wait.

What are you waiting for?