At war with your reflection,

Every day a gaze

Of hatred, of disgust.

Distorted images by conception;

Society’s judgmental stare:

This one, that one, take them down.

Razors, fake friends, sharp edges.

Eight.

 

Battle scars and tears,

cold, unforgiving accusations.

Show no mercy and

take no prisoners.

Mirrors are your enemy,

glass spilled in the sky.

Seven.

 

Reap what you sow.

Murdered dreams in pools of words;

Shards of time in pools of words;

Death and life in words,

never to be spoken.

Six.

 

Ghosts in the battlefield.

Torn at life’s colorless questionnaire,

What to do now?

It’s not enough, too worthless.

Five.

 

Insanity and clarity;

The border blurs,

A Land of No Separation,

Four.

 

Lying motionless on the marble.

Broken epiphanies on the run.

Three.

 

One down, many more to go.

Two.

 

"Society’s killed another one."