what's out there ( a poetry story )

the man behind the mirror

he would say he looks at himself all the time

every mirror he reaches,
he has to look at himself

but the late hours he tends to avoid the mirror

late hours,
he's not himself
he feels his nails turning into claws
and his jawline getting sharper

he feels he's turning into something he is not

something he'll never be

days pass,
and that mirror will always remind him

who he was once before all of this

all of the shame lingered down his spine

he felt like he was the monster everyone said he was

even what she said

she loved him,
even though he will never know it

days turn to months
and years turn into what seem like forever to come

she will never see who he was before all this

the biggest loss he has ever taken
just because he decided he didn't wanna do it anymore

"i will just push her away"
he thought

the mirror kept reminding him,
somewhere far away

is someone who loves him,
but will never understand why

he avoids the mirror,
because he sees something no one else can't

he remembered what happened,
and thought,

"how did i get here?"
yeah,

how did you get here?

how did i
get
here

i guess we both will never know

but as days pass

he will always be remembered as the man who was the coward

and he'll never be the man he was once
behind the mirror

and she will never be who she once was

because of a choice the monster made