Have you ever looked in the mirror and not liked what you’ve seen?
I’m not talking about looks, or the flaws you think are obscene.
I’m talking about looking in the mirror and staring deep into your eyes- your soul.
Have you ever seen a look of desperation in those eyes?
A glimpse of something that isn’t you?
It’s been implanted there by circumstance.
It’s what the world has done to you.
It’s not who you are but the more you shake the thought the more it consumes you.
Will this become me?
For now it’s only supposed to be temporary.
But what if it has another plan?
What if it starts to take over me?
What if the feeling is hungry?
What if it asks for a bite but it wants all of you?
What if it doesn’t stop until it has devoured every last piece, until there is nothing left?
The world is a selfish place. And if you don’t choose your life someone will choose it for
you, for their own gain.
And in the end you will be left by the sewer drain
While they bask in the glory of your blood, sweat and tears.
You run to the nearest mirror and stare. You look deep.
And you can’t find yourself there.
In the eyes are just two hollowed out expressionless circles on your face.
And you wonder how much time you let pass.
How long you’ve let them drain you.
How much energy you wasted on the dreams of everyone around.
While ignoring the screams, of the voice inside.