You cut me so deep.

I feel egotistical.

I feel forsaken.

My sensitivity is profound.

I am deficit in the need of sympathy.

Every-time I look at your reflection, I gasp for air.

You cut me again

My veins explode, my blood runs

through my deteriorating skin.

I trusted you.

I thought I could glorify you through your looking glass.

You betrayed me and used your mirrors against me.

My true form is exposed.

I am the archangel,

Of your lingering reflection.