I pretend that I am beautiful in that blissful time of solitude.
I can trace the ***** of my nose,
the pout of my lips,
and I am beautiful.

The reality of my reflection is no longer there; only my beautiful mind.
No realist outlook can interfere.

When I'm alone; nothing can ruin the echoes of my mind.
No mirror can tear it down.
No tangible force can destroy the real beauty.
Beauty is all that is there in the hypnosis of solitude.

Love is all that I feel with the freedom of nothing.
My illness is cured.
My heartache fades.
My haunting is reversed.

I am alone with the beauty within.
Surrounding me,
inside of me,
alongside of me.

But once I step out of my mind; I am pushed into a heartbreak greater than all.
The heartbreak of myself.
The confrontation of my reflection.
The fire inside ignites once again; and I am locked into a paradox.

Until I am alone.