reflection..

Sometimes I think through the depths of my being

Is the person infront of the mirror worth loving?

Or just a mere thing

To cursing and belittling? 

I wonder how it feels to be needed...

Than taken for granted, unwanted, jaded

Is this reflection a dream you wished for reality

Or a nightmare you long to deplete for eternity?

Have you ever thought of going back to the beginning

And change it before it started singing and dancing?

Does this image still owns a heart that was once filled with glee

Or will it just be a reverie?

Please tell me, did it fooled you with its illusion

and chained your body that never stopped its rejection?

The answer I keep on denying

But scourging its end... piercing... 

7/11/11