Periodic Poem

If Mandeleev could study what I feel...

He would be surprised with the struggle

Between what I want and can't steal

And the mug of my double.Life is a mirror, cold and unstable
Where I make my own periodic table.My missing element in the mirror reflection
Has no color, smell or taste and lives within me.
Like a visual illusion, or vapor Mercury.

Two sides to the same ordeal,
If Mandeleev could study what I feel...