Reflection

When the mirror looks back at me, I find the urge to hide. To seal my self away, And not go for a ride. But like a fool, I peak. And then there, It stares back at me. Disappointment in it's eyes, Ashamed of me. I reach out to apologize, No point, It was meant to be. You could see hate, For what I've become. But it was silent, For no words could ever come. It was torture, To stand and watch. To touch it's fingers, As the sadness lingers. I turned away, No more could I take. It was all a reflection, So I could burn and ache.