TWO OF A KIND

I directed all my hatred towards you,

poor inanimate object.

Blaming you for all my woes.

Unable to see through the red haze which clouded my judgement;

and affected my ability to rationalise.

 

Then one day, I opened my eyes,
the mist was gone.

I saw you as you really were:
battered, bruised, abandoned,
the subject of ridicule.
Your tears were plastic,
but just as real as mine.

Both of us the victims of a terrible,
unpunished crime.

Their attempt to erase your
very existence, a puny thing
doomed to failure.

Your scars, like mine-remain.
We will not let them forget.
You and I.
We are two of a kind.