Reflection of the Self

I watch the lights flicker off the mirror, my face between the panes

Looking back, through glass eyes, at the meat that is my face.

I peel away the skin, leaving gristle and bone behind,

And blood, too,

To see if I can find the real me. I do not.

 

Instead, I see a person, beyond recognition. The lines I've drawn to look at myself are long gone and wiped away.

Fawning for attention, despite protestations otherwise. An indecisive mind that cannot decide on anything; even as trivial as what I'd want to eat.

A cold exterior, but interior, too

Ice wrapped around iron, with ice-water at the core.

All pity, or empathy, or anything long since frozen.

 

A bitter tongue, that cheats and lies - not only for gain, but for fun.

Quick and as sharp as a dagger, but sorely inept at meaning anything it says. A dagger that lashes out and cuts deeply at anything before it.

Rather than saliva, it is saturated with deceit.... a mouth ill-suited for a person.

Rather, more befitting a dog.

 

Arrogance, clothed in a false superiority, rules high in his seat. Setting double-standards for everyone and himself.

A confused sort who believes he knows everything,

But in truth,

Knows nothing - but won't admit it.

Ill placed pride is the dog at arrogance's feet.

 

I see a person who has lost himself and can't find his way -

One broken into fragments, but cannot find all of the pieces

A person with a black mind and a black heart,

To match,

It makes me wonder -

Where did I go?