Caged

I have no desire to subvert you
Some days I don't even feel it

I thought I was picking it right,
but it was the wrong lock
There was no lock
I'm locked up in here

Imbued with a mirror image,
I can't get it off my chest
I want to see you better.

If I use a skeleton key,

Then what do you think that makes me?

Frantically forcing the bolt to blow,
I neglected to keep your words in mind.
The shock wasn't exactly innocuous,
it knocked me right out of your head.

With my back against the bars,
I stared into the broken shard of mirror.
As I spoke the words, nothing audible expelled:
"Dead-center in the chest."