Reflection

Mirror Mirror, on the wall,
Who is the most tortured soul of all?

I wonder what you see when you look at me?
Do you notice the despondency?

Do you see the devastation of my soul?
Do you see or even know the goal?

What to do when life tortures you.
For a while, unbelief, then, devastating grief.

How to continue, when you no longer can lift your head
How to go on when you believe that you are dead.

Afraid to eat, afraid to sleep. 
I feel that soon upon me death will creep.

Why is death so feared?
Why is life so revered?

So much tragedy, so much pain.
So much loss, so little gain.

Why?

Oh but I forgot,
you are only an empty spot.

Only my reflection.
Not real, not fake,
not anything to know or to take.

Do I go on or do you steal me away?
Here I awake and its another day.