Lies Lie In The Future

Lies Lie In The Future 
 
The green and red in your eyes
mix together creating colours of magenta and pain.
The past is peering out at you
from behind that wall you've built.
It's lurking like a grubby journalist
waiting for you to slip up.
Chuckling at how last years emotions
sit restlessly tapping in today's kitchen.
Your reflection seems to no longer match the mirror
but more the warped image in the doorknob.
Mistake appears to be written in large capital letters
in the puddles, in the smoke and in your gut.
The china cup's residue triggers head-aching tears
As the front you have up falls flights of stairs.
Contradictory streak of guilt 
seasoned with a coloured punch of panic.
Stress resonates in the chamber of your chest
with a deep timbre heard underneath your clicky heels.
Daily inhale of strength to force that stubborn smile
and open the cabinet to begin another day of lies.