Mirrors

I wish I was a vampire

So I wouldn’t have a

Reflection

I’m tired of seeing a

Monster, a beast

When I look I am

Staring at a T-Rex

No one wants to live in

Jurassic park

I can’t handle people’s

Glares

To avoid my appearance

I go to the bathroom in

The dark

That’s where I belong

With the creatures of the

Twilight Zone

If he does exist then he’s not

Perfect god messed up on

This creation

I owe a piece of my salvation

To condensation

Sadly the fog can’t stay

Things always get clearer

When I glance I see a

Lover and a fighter

I love to beat myself up

So if you come over you

Will see a bloody hand and

Broken mirrors