Nobody Believes Me

Mirrors

(Slight warning: this is pretty sad and a bit twisted.)

They say eyes are the window to the soul,
But when I look at you,
Into those dark eyes,
I see nothing.

They say it's okay to feel,
But is it okay not to?
Do you feel at all?
Or have you gone numb?

You look very sickly,
You've dying, pale skin.
Your eyes droop like the bags underneath,
You look like the walking dead.

Your hair looks like scraps from a barber shop,
Your fingers look like they've been through a pencil sharpener,
You look like you dressed in the dark,
And your eyes are glazed and dead.

The scars traveling down your arms disgust me,
Signs of how weak you are.
The tears flowing like rivers from those dark sockets,
Reminders of how long you've been trapped.

Every secret flowing through your head,
Like dark tendrils squeezing you to death.
Every dream you cannot achieve,
Like another blow to your damaged body.

When did you get that aura?
So sad and dark,
Even that bright personality you act with,
Cannot hide that feel about you.

When did you lose yourself?
How did you become this gross monster?
What happened to everything that was?
You're sliding down a slippery slope.

How long 'til you snap?
How much more can you take?
You're already falling apart,
Just waiting for the final straw.

The clear hesitation you feel,
Protests against carrying on with life,
Chipping away at your will,
Rebelling from all discipline and all you know.

Listen to the insanity running from your mouth,
Listen to the quiver and the shaking of your words,
Listen to the anger forming and lapsing,
Listen to the sadness and desperation creeping through.

I can't look any longer,
The mere sight of you makes me sick.
I think I've put you down enough.
And people wonder why I avoid mirrors.

Let me know if you liked it. Thanks for reading!

-Z