The lies of the mirrors

I stare blankly at the clod reflecting glass

I wonder what I see...

Is it my face, full of innocence, foreboding, guilt even?

Or is it myself as me, full of lax, contempt, or even deceit?

I do not know what lies there in the pool of my reflection

Is it my achievements that show?

My pain and my anguish,

Joys and sorrows,

Triumphs and victories,

Fear and bravery,

Love and hate?

Then, she appears... her dark aura flowing tumultously

Flowing, seeping through my veins...

Who is she? She grins broadly like a mad man

She's mocking me painfully...

Why?! Why is she mocking me?

Have I ever wronged her?

Then, I fall, the chill of air blowing my hair and my blood-shed

tears away. I'm sobbing terribly for what she has done.

When I open my tear-filled eyes, I see her crying as well,

When I gaze upon her eyes, racked with guilt,

I realize, she was me.

Me? How could that be? I don't understand...

It seems I'm falling in a parallel dimension.

Falling and falling into the abyss from the utter realization

I realize that it was actually me causing my torment

Me, causing my pain,

Me, causing my anguish,

Me causing my blunders...

So I have turned into a monster.

The chill of air grew stronger,

I look around, I fall down

Hold myself tight and I continue to sob

Tears trickling down my moonlit pale face.

The silence, my refuge.

The chilly breeze, my sanctuary.

My tears, my family.

My mistakes, my friends.

My monstrosity, my love.

Insolent,

Impudent

Me...

The lies of the mirrors,

struck to the heart,

two blows to the heart

the throbbing feeling of pain...