When I look in the mirror the terror of what stands before me darkens the truth.

My reflection becomes disoriented, this can’t be me, but it is.

When I look in the mirror I suck in the malfunctions,I no longer render this as me.

It just can’t be, I tremble at the fact this feeling is real when I look in the mirror everything feels so fake.

An exact copy of me standing before me, wishing it would move to prove that what I see isn’t the true me.

I wish my face where a mask and my body gloves, I could change them out.

When I look in the Mirror, I see my soul spirit and body standing before me.

A reflection doesn’t lie but I wish it would to me.