by Andrew Pyo
Standing in my bathroom looking into the mirror who do I see?
I see a failure, a loser, an outcast.
The mirror changes and now I am a distorted figure,
a blur in the mists of everything.
As I, looking into the mirror trying to find myself I see a hideous monster inside of me.
It is putting me down saying I am nothing,
nothing but a worthless piece of junk just waiting to get reused again and again.
As I look into the mirror again it changes form again.
I am now lost an a world of blackness.
Searching for myself lost adrift,
never knowing when there will be light in my life.
Looking into the mirror I see all my problems coming up to me and using me like a towel,
one after the other.
They leave me there lying on the floor none of them even attempt to pick me up.
Battered and beaten I lye there.
The last image the appears is me.
I am standing there.
My eyes full of hope standing there waiting for something to happen.
As my dreams are shattered my eyes fill with tears.
I begin losing all hope and my dreams start to fade,
but now I do not know why I stand there and wait.
Am I standing there for an opportunity or,
am I standing there for no reason at all?
No I am standing in front of the mirror trying to find myself and hoping to find my lost self in this mirror.