Cold against my skin,
Smooth to the touch,
I seek what's within,
I wonder what I'll catch,

The orbs beneath my brows,
Staring right back at me,
The whys, whens, and hows,
what was it I failed to see?

This is who I truly am,
This thing that's reflected,
This thing I've become, ****,
That of which I'm fixated,

Could my existence be an error?
Answer me, show me, please mirror.