Don't Look

I stare into the mirror and I’m afraid.

 
 I used to sigh and wish for impossible things.

Then came the day when impossible became possible, and discontent turned to confidence, confidence to realization, realization to horror, and horror to dust.

 
I’m done with dreams, and solitude is my only friend.

Why? Ask my enemy in the mirror. She’ll tell you if you look into her eyes. Or mine.

 
They’ll tell you at a glance, but by the time you look up again you won’t remember what they said.
By then it will be too late for you.

 



You’ll be mine.