My mirror doesn't reflect me,
It reflects who I'm supposed to be.

That scares me sometimes,
The man I might turn into someday.

Not smiling, knowing the horror of it all
Not allowing a single smirk to ****** dispares.

Not lying, unsure if that's really a thing.
Truth, a forbidden hollow I'm already in.

The naked irises of swollen eyes stuck still amidst
Thoughtless ruptures of midnight sounds.

There's always someone in the mirror.
Sometimes beside us, sometimes beneath.

I am who I am, shameful of not being
who I see.