Insanity's Reflection


I look into the mirror and realise
I am the only thing that stands
Between myself and insanity
Not to say I'm all here
Because the voices inside insist I'm already gone

I look into the mirror and see
Wisps of storm clouds
In front of my face
Obscuring my vision
I believe the forecast is calling
For breakdowns of the mental variety

I look into the mirror and notice
How large my eyes seem
Standing out from the hurricane
Darker than the fog that blinds
I've almost lost my mind
In the deep pools of my own eyes

I look into the mirror and admire
What they call pretty
What they think is beautiful
I agree with them
When they say I am pretty
If by pretty they mean

Pretty fucked up


8 February 2007
Copyright 2007 Mallory Maloney