What do you see when you look in the mirror?
A friend, a creep, a thinker, a freak.
The reflections of my own, burdened by bone;
Leave me breathless to the contradictions I hold.
My image is twisted externally from within
The identity of myself is buried underneath my skin
I'm a composition of conscious affliction burning for complex attention
Burning to be found and defined
Burning to be hidden and paid no mind.
Burning.