Broken Sanity

Broken Sanity
The metal door enclosed the insanity from reaching the border,
The border of safety, of the monster kept inside.
Walls, stretched up high, white,
Filled with nonsense of fiction scribbled on the surface

The boy in the corner holding a mirror to his complex expressions
“Who’s this in the mirror mommy?”

His family forced their insane son into the cold basement,
Filled with rats, and spiders. His hunger noise filling the rusted air.
The fragile paper boy leaning back and forth, humming nonsense.

Holding the mirror closer to his face.
Glaring at the monster on the other side of the parallel realm,
Unreachable.

“A monster, I don’t recognize myself no more…”
Lifting the mirror to his face again seeing his insanity himself.

Something missing from his dark cold eyes,
The eye’s of abandonment and isolation.
“Why me…why…”

His fingers uncontrolled shaking, flowing through his hair.
He lifted the mirror to the concrete wall,
The wall with a shape on the cold surface, the shape of a rectangle.
With people, grouped together, a body missing a head was seen.

Pushing his fingers on the picture that was on the wall, the tape about to give up.
“They…forgotten about me…”

Shattering the mirror against the concrete the mirror into puzzle pieces.
Lifting a jagged shape, his beat heightening, his pulse flowing stronger.
Only his heartbeat he heard, as he drove the jagged piece,
To the thing that made him speak.