I see the mirror's reflection of everything that I'd love to be.
I hear the whispers and echoes near me and ache from the burdens I am forced to carry. I feel your icy breath down my neck. Your comforting eyes stare through my lies. I know this mirror's reflection of everything that I love isn't me.
There are too many voices and too many words. They spout insults until all of me hurts. They promise not to hurt me if I behave, but I think they lie and will fight 'till I cave. The only thing I depend on is this haunting mirror. I keep it hidden, out of sight, afraid you will appear.
Your smile crushes me. Do you really not know? I do not want to sink in the fires below, but there is no way to escape from this mimicked reality. The only option is death.
A sad boy doing wrong. It's connected to one of my newer poems.