by Anonymously Anonymous27 Sep 2016
I stare at the reflection,
It's eyes merely blank.
I gawk at it in silence,
My heart, by fear, just sank.
I wait for it's answer,
That something it may speak,
But soon found out its already dead,
And has no words to leak.
I write my words down in frustration,
Hoping these times will end.
But soon it adds up to my irritation,
When things from past, in present, do an imitation.
So now I solely sit and groan,
Staring at the reflection alone,
Wondering if it's me or a person unknown.