Reality is Lost to Me

eh, my disorder is escalating and I've seemed to develop a new one. just a reflection

 

Drown me in liqour

Paint me in dreams

Nothing but a paper doll

Ripping at the seams

 

My face is simply perfect

To mimick porcelain

But when the mirror reflects

It's only disease within

 

Once I had a problem

But now it is "no more"

I lied to hide my biggest fear

And there I shut the door

 

Now I tread in vain

All of these  fatal shots

Who is it, or what is it

That I have forgot?

Author's Note

yeah so, if you don't understand this completely, feel free to message me! =D Very sad moment in life, but honestly, I feel that makes for the best poetry. I think I need to adjust something in the last stanza... the meter seems off.