Mirrors

Don't look at my reflection.
I swear on my soul that it's not me.
I'm full of imperfections.

Clear is my inflection,
as I refuse your want to see.
Don't look at my reflection.

Your words are as sweet as confection,
but, still, I beg you to not, I plea.
I'm full of imperfections.

Quick and cruel is the infection,
the thoughts of who I am, and want to be.
Don't look at my reflection.

My mind is what requires protection,
fear and longing are the fee.
I'm full of imperfections.

My heart is cut into sections
all this self-loathing is tearing at me.
Don't look at my reflection.
I'm full of imperfections.