Waking up is a struggle,
and getting to the bathroom a strain,
but nothing compares to the reflective menace;
Nothing is worse than my mirror.
What will I see today?
Maybe a young man full of vitality,
Who is built like a perfect brick house,
Every stone polished with care,
Whose tattoos resemble fine tapestries?
Or will I find a haunted abode,
Whose ceiling is matted and dirty,
With windows missing or shattered,
with a freakish rug made of terrifying fur,
and a fence that is crooked and faded?
I finally look up once I've gotten the nerve
And what I see couldn't be worst.
Save me from the horrible visage,
this twisted, purposeless abomination!
As I stare into the glass, nothing looks back.
Empty eyes without a shine.
Laugh lines I can't remember earning.
Hair that is somehow too long and too short.
A face unable to create a discernable emotion
A rotten, steaming, pile of nothing.
Someone please save me.
God look at this pitiful, pathetic lump.
Because maybe if You or anyone can see me,
Maybe there is a chance for something to come from nothing.
Maybe there is something worth saving.
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