I stare into my reflection,
peering into the soul
of which only can be seen
In blue mirrors and media screens.
The empty personality stares,
looking back at me.
A created caricature,
Blankly examining its unaltered true form.
The glass,
A line between worlds
where truth is filtered and blurred.
Altered.
Bearing no semblance,
No longer me.
That creature that sits
Behind it on the other side,
a guise that I cannot recognize.
It is I
Who created this character
for all else to examine.
To lock away
Unmasked, misshapen
Scrutinized pieces of myself.
The person in the mirror,
they know nothing of how to live,
Sitting unknowing of the world.
A stranger to grievances and struggle,
friend to glass and screens.
I've created a character for all to view.
But when I go to admire,
I no longer see myself.
Blank eyes stare back,
My reflection stares at me.