The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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I stare myself down in the mirror
The reflection that sits leaves me more ill than ever
The smile on my face has withered
My eyes glue to the places that shiver
Memories or distant truths start to reflect too
My mind races with clusters of hatred
The screaming rage is building within
My mind is pained with the vision that remains
My stomach turns at the image displayed
Sickness creeps, I'm starting to feel it again
My old perceptions poisoning my brain
Endless circles, a loop of hatred
Back at the conclusion
I'll never be perfect
-s