Mirror

The world is closing in,
and I fend for myself alone.

Wondering what I did,
to deserve to be without anyone,
all on my own.

I sit by myself staring at the mirror
at the image I so despise.
Who is that horrible person?
I can't help but close my eyes.

As my feeling roll my cheeks,
to a puddle on the floor.
I can't stand who I am,
I can't take it anymore.

My heart is a hollow shell,
of what it used to be.
Why doesn't that mirror show that perfect person staring back at me?