†• Rejected Reflection

why are you so contorted
why do you look so fake
why do i loook at you and each time and feel an utter mistake
why do you make me angry
why do i hate you so much
i know why, it is becuase you threw that real first punch
its you who i stare back at.
empty day after day,
its you who mocks me every evening and night, without a word to say
its you who is the epidimy of loss, and of what needs serious correction
it is you who seems to hold the sickening absence of perfection.
why is it that when staring into ur empty glassy eyes
that in the pit of my being a little piece of me dies.?
with every glace i gave you, and times that our eyes met
i felt i wanted to kill you and bring you sudden death.
when i look into your nothingness i know it is my own,
but the nothingness you remind me of, is something i condone
i look into whats staring back and hate the thing i see
then i wake up and realise, what im glaring at is me
all these things held inside a discusting image of myself
its time i took this warped and murdering mirror off its lofty shelf.
i hate it, every ounce of its being real.
i hate everything about it,mostly how it makes me feel
torturing me, mocking me, with what i never will be
i hate this thing this so called clone that is staring back at me.
showing me the things ill never obtain
showing me the fact that sorrow is my only gain.
whispering at me using no words it tells me what ill be
it tells me things i dont want to hear it tells me i am me.
i feel seething hate for this thing i see, this image before my eyes
i hope that someday this thing will break and shatter to its demise.
what this holds is not any thing that i would call perfection.
what i would call it is my own regected reflection


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