the mirror
trying to find space in the world
for just a little longer
even a single night
is acceptance supposed to come from the inside?
there's nothing there
and so it's destined to remain void
i wonder if ambition makes it easier to take up space
but i believe i have lost too much of myself already
like a decayed orbit of a planet
looking at its diminishing star
knowing everyday is a longer goodbye
i'm tired of existing
i'm tired of my flaws
the version of myself that deserves love
is a mirror image of me
who has done everything to be
less unbroken
more good
but the mirror is shattered
the weight of perfection too great
does it make sense to catch my reflection
if the mirror keeps shattering?