Creature in the Glass

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the biggest liar of them all?
I stand looking into the glass that reflects back to me.
Eyes full of misconception, spirits drowned in shadowed truth.
Why do I not recognize the girl in the mirror?
The girl with the same brown eyes, same confused look.
Staring into the eyes of the beast whose are my own,
I can see nothing; nothing but a void of black emptiness.
This girl is a monster in herself, a creature that can’t see past its own mask.
What is she afraid of? What am I afraid of?
I’m scared of myself;
Frightened to death that I will drown in the lies that swim around me.
Choking on my own promises that will shatter like glass.
Growing disgusted with the monster in the mirror I rage out
And throw my fist into the glass wall
As millions of clear reflecting crystals fly every which way.
Shards pierce the flesh of my palm and drain out along a scarlet line.
A reminder that the monster is real, that it lives within me.
Petrified that I will choke on my words I do not speak.
I sit and lay on the icy cold bathroom floor as I swim in a sea of broken glass.
The wall across from where I sit perched bleeding is yet another mirror.
The most gruesome disturbing image comes into view.
I stare at my reflection as the beast in the mirror bleeds.
Terrified at the final realization that I am the monster;
The creature within the glass.
Tears storm down my face as I realize I am scared of myself,
Scared of who I’ve become; what I’ve become.
I watch myself in the mirror cry and bleed
As I see that the only way to kill the monster inside,
Is to destroy the girl on the outside.