Looking Glass

Looking Glass

What is looking back at me in the reflection of the looking glass
Do I trust my eyes and believe that it is me I see looking back
My eyes seem wrong, gone is the spark I once had
Now I see the emptiness and wonder how I got to this place.

In that reflection, I wonder what lies beyond the mirror image
Could I reach out and touch the glass and have it become something more
The eyes are the mirror to our souls and the mirror is perhaps something else.
I want to break away, I do not want to see myself anymore

Words form in my voice in the back of my head and close my eyes for a moment
But I cannot look away and they open once more and I see myself looking back
Every imperfection is seemingly worse than I thought it ever could be
As I struggle to try once again to break free before I am drawn too deep.