I'm taut with selfish sorrow,
Staring at my wretched reflection,
Mourning;
As I watch myself drown.
Tears drip down my cheeks,
Instead of feeling so soft, so warm.
I wish they'd burn like acid,
Burning like the inhalation of a cigarette.
Terrorize my face,
Show the scars of the battle,
That I fight deep within.
My reflection stares back at me,
Monotone and unresponsive,
The bile sits at the bottom of my throat,
A lump of emotions and tragedies
Waiting for its acrimonious release.
The phantoms of my past,
Materialize behind my reflection.
Playing like a movie,
I watch my life dance behind my eyes.
Like the cable reception in a rainstorm,
It flickers, flashes bright as silent thunder strikes.
Replaced by the reality of my present,
And the uncertainty of my future.
My reflection starts to dissolve,
Like the ripples disturbing a still lake.
I no longer know of where I stand,
I no longer know of who I was once,
Or who I am now.
The mirror becomes still once more,
Mimicking that of the lake on a still day.
I stare deeply into the mirror,
Only to see nothing staring back.
