The Reflective Truth ...

I force myself to look in the mirror
To see ugliness follows me everywhere
My face excretes blood thrusted tears
An allusioned future that's unaware

And in that mirror there is no reflection
Just a naked body covered in scars
Portraying the soul that I cover in cloth
And the past that never wanders too far

I clench my fist, my knuckles go white
And shatter the glass with such force
I refuse to open my eyes and embrace
The figure that has had no remorse

The cracks I instill within the mirror
Represent the cracks on my skin
The blood on my knuckles prevails
The things I've seen, places I've been

The paleness of my skin and flesh
Accentuate my lack of expression
The way I carry myself low, and frail
As if I'm walking a funeral precession

I reject my reflection, get in the shower
Turn the knob as hot as it will go
I feel the tingling pierce my back
As it burns away the pain below

I focus intensely on feeling the heat
But my mind sticks to the voices
Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn
I'm always hearing insignificant noises

I sit in the water until there's none left
Climbing out to see the broken mirror
Even with all the cracks contained
Somehow everything looks clearer

I thrash open the door, run down the hall
Avoiding the glances of those not there
I plug my ears and scream real loud
Breathe in deep and try to prepare

I hear the voices from deep within
Lonely am I when they appear
Whispering things I just can't take
Making me live in constant fear

I hate my reflection and what's inside
True beauty does not lie within me
I'm a container labeled in deep red
"Useless" "Broken" and "Empty"