Black Mirror

I looked into the mirror, but the mirror was black.

I was visually blind; without knowing lies or facts.

I've been running from him, the person on the other side.

When I believe he's close I find a place to hide.

I ran to another state and came back for closure.

Experienced hell on my visit and somehow got older.

I cried for so long, but forgot why I was shedding tears.

I'm sure I can make a lake from crying so many years.

I lost so much and so many, this from a man who has nothing.

Tried changing myself so I can present myself as something and yet, nothing worked.

For every item that changed a new problem arrived.

New love is hate.

Truth is fake.

Pain takes lives.

I looked into the mirror, but I see a void.

I hear: SCREAMING, SHOUTING, WHISPERS, and LYING; white noise.

My feelings have been erased, the pain has been written.

Who am I?

Sometimes its hard to believe who I've become.

I remember my heart and mind were one.

I looked in the mirror, but the mirror was black.

I looked in the mirror, but the mirror was black.

The mirror was black.

D.L Wiggins