The Mirror



The mirror is not my friend.

Looking into it, my future ends.

My past, however, lives there.

I want to punch it out because of fear.



I don't see who I am but what I was.

And yes, MST is the reason because.

After what happened I ran there first.

And now I can see that was a curse.



The mirror keeps my future blocked.

It keeps my thoughts landlocked.

I don't feel as though I can grow.

Looking into it there's no place to go.



It's a creature of reflection.

There's no forward direction.

With like a compass, I have a choice.

But in the mirror, I don't even have a voice.





The mirror doesn't show beauty either, what a lie.

Just how age has hit me from the blindside.

I look older than what I should.

Another reminder of being misunderstood.



Of how I have let myself slip away.

Taking a part of my soul every day.

Yes, this I want to change.

Because it causes me to feel deranged.