It stares back at me
In the cold confinement of life
I try to see around it
But it is plain to the eye
There is no beauty
There are no second chances
Why are we given these looks
When we are self can not accept it
I don't want that look of pure disgust
Only a mind in temporary solitude
Maybe I will see the same person
You claim to have saw too
Every second that ticks
I become an irate beast
Soon the small fragments
Shatter and cut my feet
Even though my reflection is gone
My mind is not alone
For the memory is bare
It is as I feared.
The doubt that is still there
