I roll out of bed, walk to the bathroom.

Try to look into the mirror. I cant look into my eyes instead,

I see a nose broken and bloody.

I see a forehead wrinkled in confusion.

I see a mouth that has told many lies.

I see teeth, white and glisting holding back secrets from within.

I see a tongue with bite marks from an unseen force.

I see cheeks, scarred and torn from the thorns of hell.

I see eyebrows, wet with blood and sweat.

I look around, nothing is there.

Finally I am able to meet my own gaze.

I see eyes, hazel in color. the eyes hold no happiness, or even a trace of warmth.

I only see hard, cold eyes filled to the brim with dispair.

The Mirror holds a reflection that I do not want to see.

The saddest part is that the reflection is of....

             me.