I see her in every passing reflection
she's outlined in every mirrored form
she never goes away
I can't stand her and the way she is.
Her eyes bleed
her lips a vindictive beam
hair a mass of coiled lies and onyx enemies.
I hate the way she looks at me
how she knows every vice
every shortcoming.
I consider myself the opposite of her
while she is wicked
I believe I'm humane...
so why is that every time
I look into the mirror
she is what I see?
is this the price of my false reality?
my self-righteous beliefs?
One in the same
there is no escaping
how does one run from the evil that they've found
within themselves?
Cutting gets nowhere
starvation is a feeble plead
addiction has become more of a relief
What have we become?
Jagged shards pierce my knuckles
her lips are cracked
her eyes shattered
shards of solace
embedded in me
covered in blood
and weaved with insanity.
She is a carbon copy of me
I am the spitting image of her
Is that really me?
SHARDS OF REFLECTION