Mirror Image

I can see her. I can see her eyes, her hair, her smile, and ,oh, I can see her lips. So full of happiness and rich with that intoxicating color, but I can't have her. She is out of my reach. I can't bear to see her everyday and picture what could be if she were to only look outside of her comforting and oblivious world she has. I love her. But yet she can't see me.

I feel eyes on me constantly. I turn to try and finally see what's been haunting me but I just see the dead of night through my window. I know someone is out there, or maybe in here. I can't quite tell who or what but there is something, or maybe I'm just going mad. That's what the doctors tell me, that I'm going mad, but I know, I know someone can see me. I feel it everyday. It keeps me up at night. I look into the mirror to see the reflection of monster they've said I have become but I'm not that, I am bigger than that. I close my eyes. I go to a different place in my head and live the life I am meant to live. Not full of judgement or doctors but instead full of life and people. I am not confined to the jail I'm in. I blink them open and it's gone. I long for the days I dream of in a different world.