So what if i look in the mirror and don't like who i see staring back at me,
As i stare on I'm trapped but i feel calm,
We spiral down,
But it feels so enticing extremely inviting,
What is to become of this development,
I could care less if i fell face first into my own element,
How quickly can i grow to be my own worst enemy,
A reject new born baby,
Welcoming eyes of a world so hating,
Here i am kicking and screaming,
But it carries little to no meaning,
I am bathed in my own reflection,
The comfort and protection,
I'm constantly staring at myself,
Wondering how,
How can my own reflection,
Possibly be an obsession,
How come i can't look away from the person i see,
He is so crushing,
Yet so inviting,
I hate him,
But he loves me,
Maybe it's my true self that I'm looking at and that i just refuse to be.