I looked into the mirror,
Looking glass of the unwanted,
I stared at that glass waiting for it's reveal,
Who dare stand on the other end of this glass,
Staring at them as they stare at me and I stare at an empty body,
Look at me,
Looking for the lost,
I am not lost,
I am borrowed,
On borrowed grievances,
I stare at the two-sided glass,
I burn holes with my stares,
Straight on through,
Not a person on the otherside,
but a wall full of mirror,
Not a single one looked like me,
And that's when I knew,
The two-sided glass was an unjust array,
Another exposé,
Of all my unwanted insanity.