Mirrors

What I see when I look in my reflection

A dimness, a sorrow, hollow eyes with no recollection

What I gawk at when I stare back at myself

A shred of a person who neglects their health

What I behold when those dark brown eyes meet my own

Leave me frozen in time, my body and sensations prone

What loneliness plagues this person I now gape at?

What melancholy wake must they exist in: hideous, tired, fat?

For what do mirrors really do but show us our atrocities?

For what do we truly look upon, is it whatever we please?

Mirrors are my enemy, for they show me what I have gained and lost

Whether this be weight, life, warmth and frost

They show me the deadness of my gaze as I prowl before me

They show me the void in my soul that yawns as far as I can see

The colours and the light all blur into one motion

The flood gates that burst causing the commotion

And then I can no longer peer into the face I feel I once knew

And then I can no longer hear the question that vibrates in my bones: Who are you?