Where the Ink Runs Dry

Reflection

I stop and look into the mirror

What do I see?

Someone who tried too hard,

Or perhaps

Someone who didn't try hard enough.

A person who tried to escape

By pretending to be someone different,

Is now the rippled image of someone once great

Who has now amounted to nothing.

I have faced many obstacles

But none are quite as great

As the one staring me in the face.

What have I become?

Or better yet

Who have I become?

I am not who I used to be.

For I was once adored by all,

But I am now a crippled shadow;

Unknown and lost to blissful ignorance

But every coming nightfall,

As I pass the shining glass

I look at the image

And try to forget the things of the past

But it is impossible