Our faces draw closer
to the mirror.
Our reflections revealing
all our faults,
but in reverse.
The contradicting images
causing hallucinations and the
pictures of madness
to dance in our heads.
Everyone's jeers and stabs
become worse
in the mirror:
we see what they're
laughing at.
So couldn't I just break this
lying reflection?
The shards go flying,
and pierce my eyes,
causing blindness,
so I don't have to see
my imperfections.
I'm now immune to mirrors.
They are just
broken promises.
