I swim
in a sea of thoughts
and resent these mirrored walls
in my watery grave.
Mirrors reflect the face I despise,
my own.

I am ugliness.
Black and tears.
Shattered mirrors
shade my heart
in gray.
That ideal, 
that flawless dream,
is nearly (and completely)
unreachable.

I cannot escape the glass.
It breaks in two as my eyes
bleed the truth
in reflections I shy from,
cry from,
want to die from.

There is beauty in
the abruptness
of silence,
as the dice lands
on one.