I vomit a little in my mouth
Every time I am forced to see
Your face in all its horrific
Visions of how your facade has been
An affront to all you’ve worked for
And your testament to failure
Shown absolutely by this mirror.
Mirror world of vagaries
Where I bear witness as time goes by
The agonizing tick by tick
Of tocking time drips through clenched fingers
Shaking with the effort of futile
And vain stabs at pinning ticks in place
Before they chance at becoming tocks.
And so I stand here in the bathroom
Staring through the fog at your world
And every chance you’ve ever let by
Because of some fear I don’t share
I wish you could hear my pleas
To free me from this world of glass.
[...] Hate [...]