The 100-Theme Challege - 12 - Insanity

Title: "Insanity"
Medium: Graphite on toned paper, digital
Description: Wait,... if that's a mirror, who's holding it? And who's reflection is that?

Originally conceived to go with this poem I wrote in 1995:

With fear of failure I sit in my corner
and reason with a reflection.
The figure in silver stares back into one-way
eyes, and neither revere anything in the other.

With shattered dreams and a muddled future,
Where the walls rendezvous, I arch further
And try to become one with that wall;
Trespass in a head where I should be welcome.

I often wonder what routes could have been afforded,
What paths could have -- Should have been forged
when I had the chance. Were decisions made sober?
I see a hint of dishonesty glaring back at me through this
sheet of thin glass.

It was not I who was injected into society, but, moreover,
It was society that has plagued my veins, blackening every desire
to becoming more than I can handle; More than I care to handle, More than I care.

It was not the side of dark hues and looming shadows that proposed to me a thin sheet of edged metal, nor liquid or powder
addiction, nor free fall from the seventeenth window.
It is not the music or visual entertainment that misguides my
priorities.

I blame the man looking back at me as he always does,
He knowing me, but I not knowing him, laughing together at only one mind, not two at each other.
Where are his priorities?
His rightful concerns?

It is by this sheet of glass I mean to destroy myself,
blaming only he who glares back with fierce curiosity.
A rain of glass falls about me.
I laugh, and I cannot
Help him.

I dance among the shards and see I am free.
Who is there now to blame? In total isolation?
Singing to me in an alphabet of acclamation lay a thousand
new wholes all smiling at what was once only I;
I am society. And I am free.