You are infatuated with the reflection that stares back at you
Satisfaction with your vanity deprives the mind
You’ve murdered your ability to be humble
Have stifled your sense of righteousness
A gallant attempt in haste
To stall the illusion forming in your thoughts of advancing degradation of outer self
How horrendous it must feel that the ecstasy you so once associated with that reversed image
Has suddenly become a torture to set your gaze upon