Mirror

Looking back at you makes my skin crawl.
Our eyes meet and i can see
deep down the hate and distraught.
The unshapely figure stares back
knowing the more i look, the more i will dispise what i see.

Causing dreadful thoughts upon myself
like a demon ripping at my mind
pulling and dragging me deeper into a darker abyss

I pull myself away from the seeing glass.
Unable to comprehend the insanity of it all.
Yet, i look back for a second time
again i saw the same burning eyes, the same ugly figure.
Though this time theres a hint of loneliness,
abandonment, and hurt radiating off your hate.

I know you stand there waiting to see my pain
taunting me saying
"I know the things that make you sick,
the things that make you scream at night,
and the hatred of yourself".