In this room,
I stand alone,
Mirrors hanging in a circle on the walls,
Surrounding someone whom I used to know.
An echo of myself;
A gaunt,
Broken,
And shivering form of myself,
Smiling and laughing at the mirrors that surround him.
A mere shadow,
Looking at the imperfections of each mirror.
The imperfections that he caused.
For every doubt, a cloud of fog formed;
For every breakdown, a scratch;
For every cry for help, a crack.
Each mirror has a mixture of these and more;
Even the grandest mirror,
Made from the strongest glass,
Handled with the most care,
Has fallen victim to these atrocities.
He just stands there,
Looking at the various things he caused,
And laughs.
His mind has gone numb;
And he's lost his sense of rationality.
To him,
The mirrors are just objects;
Things he can toy with;
Play with.
They don't have emotions,
And they cannot feel pain.
The more he realizes this,
The louder he laughs,
And the more atrocities he commits.
He is a monster who laughs at himself,
For mirrors only work one way;
They do not see things the way he sees them.
To them,
He is merely their owner;
One who cannot take care of them,
Or himself.
He is merely a knock-off Julius Caesar;
A boy with no self awareness.
As he laughs and shivers,
The mirrors' quality continue to drain;
They are on the brink of shattering.
And what can I do?
Nothing.
This is the creature that has manifested itself inside my head,
Toying with my thoughts,
Emotions,
And actions.
My heart aches,
My soul quakes,
And my mind is lost to him.
So now I watch as the mirrors fall to the ground,
One by one,
A symphony of glass breaking as it hits the floor,
Cutting my body,
Causing me pain,
While his laughing intensifies,
Until only one mirror remains.
The grandest mirror still hangs,
Only by a thread,
But soon,
That one will fall and shatter as well,
And the bittersweet sound of the glass will let me know that my time has come;
That he has won,
And that I am no longer my own self.
That I am merely a shadow of the person that I used to be.
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Ponder
PuisiA collection of poems written by me, allowing me to cope with my depression and anxiety.
