Que Sera 

Perhaps,
What is this reflection of my life
Envisioned through Transparence?
A simple smile, so softly shining,
Through a broken glass with
Razor sharp edges.
Distorted worlds within the confines
Of  emptiness I’d envisioned...
Perhaps the self-hatred of 
The reflection through the
Transparent soul, drifting through
Confines of broken glassy worlds.
Love, Happiness, brittle with
Cracked edges, tearing my soul
With distorted cuts...perhaps
Perhaps Envisioned those cuts
In you...in me.  Within you, I’d
Seen my worlds: distorted,
Transparent, broken like
Edges of rough glass-ly bits
Of self-reflections.  I love you:
            I thus hate myself.
Perhaps perhaps perhaps.