• I stare into the mirror,
    Try to find the depth,
    Of the face in front of me,
    A swirl of reds and oranges,
    The clash of colors,
    Streaks of black form,
    Breaking the two simple colors apart,
    To add the balance back I scratch at the obrsuction,
    A needle in my hand I work at the disgusting relfection,
    Only it's not the reflection,
    It's me.