The crooked mirror which hangs on the black wall fills my eyes with tortured pictures of myself I stare at it every hour and I see ME!! I see the views of what is inside and out The scars, the bruises, the mind and the heart
I have tried many times to look away, but I am forced to face it head on with my empty blank stare, while my head is strapped against the boards .
But what am I really looking at? You tell me
The eyes, the nose, the mouth, and the ears I am confused by the gray, pixelated portrait of this image that is staring back at me
There is no emotion or temperance Only a stale, black and white image of me Nothing more For I have accepted this cruel view for which I have been dealt
So now I will close my eyes, close the chapter and sleep forever