Deception

A fear popped,

when I meet you,
you will refer to a past archetype,
and shut me tight in a boring thought bubble.

An anxious feeling surfaced,

when I meet you,
you will limit me,
curtail me,
hack my magic,
and turn me into a tragic monster.

A mad insight appeared,

that you’ll grade me like a tyrant,
and view me as a hamster wheel rat.
Your eyes sparkle,
Not because I am a magical being,
But because your mind is a greedy consumer.

A helpless ache is felt,

The drama in my mind,
intermingles with the drama in your mind.
I lose my sheen.
And fall for the trap you laid out for me.

The mirror is the true sparkle,
your eyes are deceitful.
Your words are biased.

I trust the mirror,
I trust me
I trust I.