Z: The Reflection

My mirror doesn't show me any more,
It shows someone darker.
The water no longer holds me angelic looks,
It's just puddle; should it give a fuck?
Those reflections are never true,
They NEVER show the real you,
It shows a cover-up.
Now my covers gone- it shows me as I am&;#8230;
I'm just evil, nothing more, nothing less.
Now I can see it- it's such a mess.
My mirror doesn't show anything anymore,
It lies in broken shards on the floor.
Only a true reflection shows you,
Keeps you bound in a personal hell,
Now I'm locked tight- stuck in my cell,
This body holds me, a reflection is a constant memory- this reflection
is me. My mind, my soul.
This reflection is the true me.
This reflection&;#8230;is pure hell.