Reflected, Reflections Poem by Matthew Holloway

The way the world reflects us
echoes in words
ugly, beautiful
kind, hateful
loving, vengeful
such reflections can be however
somewhat a distraction
from a real truth
or that we know binds us
to a reality sown
how do you reflect, how do I?
there is a weakness in my answer
an uncertainty to truth
I accept my mortal fate
that I am undesirable
unlinked. boring, unwanted
such is the way the world has reflected me
such is the way it does go
a kind heart, good soul
becomes lost amongst it all
cue the reaper
a throw of the dice