To the point where it has consumed you?
That your being is a cycle of all those voices in your head,
And the person staring back is exhausted of showing up,
You know that face for too long to not look away,
It's intoxicating and yet pulls you in,
It's a wonder how long you have looked into those eyes,
How long you have lived with this soul,
How long you haven't looked up at the sky,
You feel alone but you know you aren't,
But you are living in your head,
No one can see how far you've gone,
How much your Self has consumed you,
To the point of obsession for perfection,
But inside you know it doesn't exist,
But you keep living each day to be that person,
The person in the mirror you put on a pedestal,
And you keep raising the stakes,
The expectations and hopes soar high,
Sky is the limit even when the color is unknown,
You want it all but that person is tired,
The reflection cannot allow pain,
Because you don't let it have it,
Because you can't slow down,
You are caught in a loop,
Of looking into the mirror each day,
And worn down by what you see,
There's nothing new to see but tired eyes,
Because each day you demand more,
And the soul staring back gets weaker and weaker,
It's within you but the truth is clear in the mirror,
You see it age with the burden it didn't ask for,
It wants to sit under a tree and breath,
It wants to look up and feel the breeze,
The sand paper has left marks,
The edges will never be that perfect,
And the reflection begs you to see,
Look in the mirror and feel the pain,
It's so heavy the glass has began to crack,
It's not just the soul anymore but your body as well,
Your face is mangled because the pain has seeped into your bones,
The cycle needs to break and you need to look away,
Thoughts are like the leaves, they need to change,
Because when you look up, your reflection can smile,
Let it breath again and move to the next life.
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