Reflection

Looking in the mirror can be a scary thing.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror
I don’t like what I see
I don’t recognize the person that is staring back at me
How did I become this person that I am?
How did I let this happen, I do not understand
Pain, agony, desperation and despair
In my soul, they are all there
I can fight no longer
The darkness it grows stronger
So to it I say
“Come, come now and take me away”