i am sick and ridden
with a pain that ignites like flames
engulfing me from the inside out
i suffer from
a mirror flinch
an eyesore of sorts
leaving me feeble
defenseless
against my own rhythm of hate
cycling through like a daily paper
words i have digested and breathed
constant fuel to my endless fire
my reflection is blurry
from the tears it reproduces
the sobs that it forces from my throat
i cannot even exist inside this skin
without the formidable urge
to tear it all apart
to demolish the horrid self
