standing in front of the mirror
the reflection warped by perception
the water running, endlessly
the shadows are breaking
that inner part of me

standing in front of the mirror
watching the light soften upon
the bones swelling underneath
the sea of flesh and skin

standing in front of the mirror
and not seeing what I want to see
not understanding
why it never goes away

the thoughts in my head
the doubts clouding
my line of thread
the insecurities stinging that
golden color in me  

a swarm of wasps
****** endlessly
and my emotions run high
and swell so that it pushes
up my throat

the world begins to cascade
as the tears spill from my eyes
I break through the door
away from the ******* mirror

sometimes I wish
I could never see the image
reflected on its surface
ever again