I look into the mirror, but it’s not myself that I see.
There’s a monster across from me.
The make-up is smudged from all the tears –
I don’t recognize who is before me.
I scream at the reflection,
But it’s smile keeps teasing me.
I am lost under its charm,
I let the darkness creep in too soon.
I am mesmerized by its spell.
I reach out and touch cold glass
But the coldness only warms my heart.
I’m drowning in a bowl of confusion.
The truth is revealed; I am who I am.
The mirror’s reflection has a sweet laugh.
The image moves forward, so close.
It whispers gently into my ear;
“You can’t run from yourself.”