I see a reflection I do not remember
an image so sick, it made me shudder
glowing skin no longer available
scars and marks they do become lighter
I frown to the thing in front of me
much to my suprise, it did copy me
turning away would not make it go away
breaking the glass does not free me
People have come to sit down and talk
Equipped with all their demons
I take a bite on the piece of bread
as I lay bare my honest self