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The ringing in my ears
It hurts but almost comforting
thumping of my heart
It's not unusual but I don't enjoy it
Almost as fast as a racecar going around its track unable to stop
My breath ragged and short
Looking up my visions blurry
I wonder why
I looking forward who is that
It looks tired and internally unkempt
It's a thing of horror
I reach out to touch it
I recoil as i am met with a hard cold surface
It is almost like glass
I reach up to slam my fist into the hard surface
The monster in the glass does the same
I hit my fist into the glass it shatters
Pieces fall to the floor
I look in to those pieces
Only to realize
It's a reflection
I am staring at myself
I AM the person in the mirror
I don't know how this happened
How I became the monster in the mirror