looking into the mirrior
your supposed to see 3-d
its hard to look in the mirrior always
when everyone is everything id rather be

most people see a person
clear, respected, sharp
their skin is blemishless unlike mine
because mines full of wounds from words that harp

the words that literally
cut past my soul, past my skin
its because of these words
that my wrists are what i push the knife in

because the words tell me im unreal
non-exsistant, just a portrayl
of a person, for a real persons like is ripe
and mine just seems to be stale

i see a 2-d image
dull, set in black and white
because my own thoughts
have killed the colors in my internal fight

with reality and fakeness
for i can see that im fading away
ill just finish my life, kill my soul now
so in the future it and i wont rot and decay