Lable the one I can't be
Something grand
Ampersand
Ladle the rest that can't see the real me
Lazily into a bowl
Of
Fickle faithless friendemies
Set up a stand
Free please
I've got too many of these
And I'm weakend
Lacerated by shattered mirrors infused with vanity
Begining to believe
I'm naive I bleed
In reflection
I bleed  
I take these silvery pieces from my flesh
Make an effigy
Of me
Red stained mosaic
Mirroring the twisted  picture my mind's eye sees  
Thinkin the world still  seeing the  me
I used to be
Mangled with fears
Of what the future brings

Macerated over years
In secret tears


Regrets slowly set down bitter roots
Their poison setting in

Introspect

Has got the best of me


I  view it

Bitterly