i can't catch my image in the mirror
try to haunt it with my eyes
but the glibberish mass
escapes narrowly
everytime

i searched for a scale in this room
but the drawers are all empty
no number to cry over
but also no pride
just uncertainty

i want to brush my itching teeth
there is no brush, nor paste
reaching for a packet of gum
i chew inexorably
latching onto it

on christmas eve
i wished for nothing more
than
a scale, a toothbrush
and some pride

how much do i wish
to behold the beauty
everyone seems to see.

lights upon their eyes
the kindness of one's heart
it looks dull to me.

all i can discern
in my foolish gaze
is cruelty-

the white scenery beneath these hands
only disrupted by
scattered black islands

the breathing air in this cold room
clear yet filled
with o so sweet tones

the movement of these skilled fingers
an ****** dance
caught on open display

the elegance of this daring feat
shining bare
under demanding lights

the piano
not obeying
but
freeing me