Mirror, you are not my friend.
I want these horrible reflections to end.
I know what you show me aren't lies.
For- I see them with my own two eyes.
I believe I am the mistake.
Someone could have had the life I chose to take.
Why do I even exist?
My true self- nothing but a weak mist.
I can't win this battle.
This battle---of four years
and counting...
