The Architect

I stand opposed to the mirror
And I see a victor of me
I see a tyrant that haunts me
And I can not seem to forgive myself for letting it

I am the help I cannot seek
I create monstrous reflection
My thoughts cuts a diamond deep
In my sorrows and fluids, drown

The mirror shows me a demon
The maker of the anguish I perish in
The reflection puts an in my heart
I orchestrate my life ordeals

My hate is enough for me
Enough to drain my core of it's energy
Enough to make me want to give up
Enough to make a dead ant stronger

I collapse under my weight
I cannot blame the mirror
I cannot battle the reflection
Cause I am the architect of my own misfortune.

Jindu Apam
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