Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

Guilt

I hear screams coming from my bathroom.
But I don't dare open the door.
I don't have the guts to see what is on the other side.
I tell myself, i can do this.
When I open the door
There's only a mirror.
The stranger in the reflection stares straight back at me and follows ever movement I make.
I should have never opened this door.
All of my guilt has finally be set free,
And I'm the one to blame.
Again.