Reflection

Who are you.
You stand in front of me mirrored in despiration. Tear stained eyes fall victim to the lonely voices. Your nothing. Your an ugly human being with no soul. So your numb to the pain. You scan your natural features Carmel skin with beautiful brown eyes and you cry. As the voices grow louder you start to scream. Why me. Labels. They place upon the weak and weary and yet we feed into our own insecurities as our aggressors roam free. But me. Im set to these lost programed memories. Of the little girl in class afraid to take hurt seat as she dodge bullets from classmates mouths sitting behind. See she begs and pleads for understanding so she outcast here inner devotion to poetry her only love. As she runs from the school system the depression the hurt the anger the low self-esteem runs behind her. When she gets home her best friend is there. And she smiles as tears run down her eyes. SELF INFLICTION. She knows how to make the pain go away if only for a moment. Shes cast away all the hurt and now is left with guilt. your only mirrored by your reflection. it makes you who you are. But also you can be haunted by your reverse image it destroys your life existence. Do I ask again
Who are you. But in confusion I ask.
Who am I..