through it all
after i wash my face
the mirror is fogged
looking at myself
it feels like the glass is being crashed
in ruins
in fire
burning even though it is empty
i can't control my thoughts
i can't convince myself
i keep getting overwhelmed
i keep hurting myself
through it all
all misery
all dark
all clouded
all doom
i tried
i tried to look at the mirror
and not feel this way
i tried to control everything
and stop hurting myself
but how do bad habits die?
how do we reverse it?
through it all,
only the madness stood and stayed.
09/16
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