there’s a mirror in my head
and it never turns off
every thought bends back toward me
like light trapped in a closed room
i measure my worth
in reactions
in attention
in the way people look at me
when they think i’m not looking
but i am always looking
there’s a hunger
that doesn’t feel like hunger
more like a constant almost
like something is missing
just out of reach
i build myself taller
in stories
in exaggerations
in the way i replay conversations
and rewrite them so i win
but when it’s quiet
when no one is there
when there’s nothing to reflect
i feel small
like i might disappear
if no one is watching
and i don’t know
if i want to be seen
or if i’m just afraid
of what’s left
when i’m not
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
there’s a mirror in my head
and it never turns off
every thought bends back toward me
like light trapped in a closed room
i measure my worth
in reactions
in attention
in the way people look at me
when they think i’m not looking
but i am always looking
there’s a hunger
that doesn’t feel like hunger
more like a constant almost
like something is missing
just out of reach
i build myself taller
in stories
in exaggerations
in the way i replay conversations
and rewrite them so i win
but when it’s quiet
when no one is there
when there’s nothing to reflect
i feel small
like i might disappear
if no one is watching
and i don’t know
if i want to be seen
or if i’m just afraid
of what’s left
when i’m not