My Mirror Laughs

I stand before the mirror,
My reflection mocks me for being me.
Hollowed out by tears apart,
My tears which move every night all alone,
My tears which wash away
The gloom of pain, the pain of gloom,
The voids of anxiety,
The guilts in gaiety,
The worries and woes,
Which wash away a party of me
The heart of me, my misery, my mystery.

The polish laughs at a body unfit,
On flooded eyes, on loss of grit.
On thoughts to end this breath forever
For a thousand reasons
And a thousand to never
I can feel it within me,
My glee emptied by hours of deafened cry
My mind at bleak, the brink of goodbye.
I miss my gran who left me why.
But this is every night.

And soon the sky will turn white
My tears stole the sigh of night
I'll hide my face and wear a mask
But the sun will set and tears return
My mask unveils and anxieties stun.
I lament in blues,
Then, all starts again.

My reflection laughs.