You're only a blank canvas waiting anxiously to be

filled with color, just a lifeless prism bouncing

everything you come into contact with

in the opposite direction.

All you are is a vacant portal but on the

contrary you lead to no where staring right

back into these ocean blue eyes of mine.

I keep blaming you for the atrocity I

associate myself with, when in all

reality: it's just me.

My mind bleeds poison onto your sleek

structure, it turns and hides away from what

reflects back; It tells me I will never suffice,

choking me alive with every last flaw I possess.

I know what will radiate back from your face 

every single time, but for unknown reasons

I keep coming back to you to be taunted

in this continual charade.

If only I could see what everyone else does, mirror.