the mirror is my biggest enemy
standing tall and never backing down
laughing at how pathetic i am
it reveals all my fears
and points out every flaw
as if it grew stronger
from seeing the tears
tumble down my soft cheeks
covered in psoriasis marks
and annoying pimples
the skin around my eyes
was pitch black, like the
color of my pupils
had begun to age with every
heaving sob that escaped
my torn and tattered lips
little specks of blood outlining
them
as a reminder of all the times
i got worried throughout the day
and got attached to the
sharp pain of ripping skin off
layer by layer until my fingers were
soaking in a red ink
but the mirror never sways
it shows me what i’ve been most afraid of seeing
the mess that i am in
one that i have single-handedly
led myself into
as the pain in my eyes
burns into my mind
an image that drives me insane
and brings me closer to the
blade that i slash across my
baby skin, but the knife barely slices
leaving only red dashes with beads of blood
popping out their heads
only to tell me that they are my creation
the mirror makes me feel dead
because i have to acknowledge
that i am wasting the time of others
being useless and filling up the
empty space in their heads
that could be used for a greater good
the mirror breaks me apart