"I look at my reflection whose eyes are as red as mine and say, 'darling, you're ugly.'
Her eyes begin to tear and she starts to sob. She says back to me, 'darling, you're ugly.'
How dare she speak to me that way, a frown upon my face
It's time to put her in her place.
She frowns back at me as though she sees what's coming, but does she?
I raise my fist up and she stares back with no surprise.
I sock her in the face and she continues to cry.
Her cheeks are tender and moist with tears.
In her I have instilled no fear.
It makes me angry that she seems to feel no pain,
the punches get stronger but it's still the same.
'You're stupid,' I whisper, hoping to rouse an evil spirit within;
Yet in spite of me she whispers it right back again.
'Your foolish games are useless, I know that you're in pain.'
'You're only hurting yourself. You need to cease this charade.'
I raise my fist to strike her but it drops to my side,
but I pick it up again---refusing her advice.
I bash her cheeks, left then right, leaving behind bruises of brutal self-destruction.
She weeps for me now and not for herself; she sees my errors and only wants to help.
As long as she's not hurting, I cannot stop---the pain is not the same alone.
It'll continue this way, my reflection and me.
Until the day I listen, the day I feel and see.
Goodnight my reflection, I shall see you again."
-November 3rd, 2010
