To face myself in the mirror
is to confront an unsightly truth
repressed
through good lighting
and filters.
Eyes stitched shut with dusk
split open
during sunrise
and the jagged edges of self doubt
gnaw at my face
chipping away
my features
till my face feels no longer mine.
Echoes carved in marrow
reverberating cruel thoughts.
I am but a caricature
that exaggerates
my biggest flaws.