As I pour another glass,
I look into the mirror.

Really, this again?
I thought I had been clearer.

"You know what lies across the river"
my good mind says to me.

I whisper back "It's what I want,
I want to feel pretty".

So I go forth, I drink the glass
and it tastes like sweet divine.

I stare at myself for a few more minutes,
soaking in all of my shine.

But then the reality starts to hit,
my fragile heart begins to twitch.

Suddenly I get an itch,
I fall down into a ditch,
God, isn't life a *****?

I lay on the floor,
not breathing the best.
My dear mind says to me,
"When will you give it a rest?"

I say back "I can't let go,
the feeling of shining is worth the
poisoning sorrow"

I know tomorrow I'll do it again,
because I never learn my lesson.
I hope one day I can listen to that voice.
But for right now, she gives herself no blessing.