mirror

i stroke the smooth glass

hear the tapping of my fingers

steady like the beating of my heart

and laugh at myself in silence

i stare at myself, and wonder

only for a moment if it is truly me

my laughter is silenced by overjudged ways

i look to the glass once more,

i snarl in hatred, and feel

i feel the words, the mimicks, the taunts

i feel the pain

each voice clear in my head

each word annunciated just right

a look into the mirror another sleepless night