by Erik Scott Booth

Oh how I hate you... You who stands in ever lasting judgment. You who peers into my soul and reveals every weakness, every doubt, every failure, every sin.

What is it in your gaze that speaks volumes? Is it unapologetic truth or pure condemnation? I don’t know. You are my tormentor.

You are part of my life from the moment I wake until I fall asleep. I can not escape you. No matter how hard I try I can not walk past you and not feel the weight of you looking at me, looking into me.

In the past when we met each other’s glance there was life in our eyes. Time has not been so kind. It has changed and diminished not just outward but inward.

You show me the true nature of who I am. You bring to the surface the worst I hide within. I can not lie to you. You would see through the lie.

Judge. Jury. Executioner. Mirror mirror on the wall, who do I despise most of all. You! You who is me and not me.

Imitation. Doppelganger. Reflection. Our eyes meet, mocking me.

Empty. Soulless. Refraction. I glimpse through the windows of my mind. What I see terrifies me.

It burns like fire. I break down in tears.


© October 2014

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