a quick glance in the mirror says it all this is my automatic response to love i m far more comfortable being a whore i think the mirror image makes me sick somedays in a heap of pavlovian vomit that wanders past my mouth and forces taste but it doesn t compare to the nausea of limbs that revolt your only asset is your self-hatred it shows you have good taste mirror girl untouchable unloved - they love themselves in you but no one ever kissed your eyelids goodnight they see their love reflected in your eyes and they mistake it for a reconciliation but no one can coalesce the way you can and the outward shows of reluctant affection fool them all but they are fools not like you are a fool for they are the idiots you are just mad frustrated insanity fighting stupidity the battle grows thicker the farther you fly the shriller your screams well the faster their orgasm tears them to shreds and the sooner you ll shut down and sleep they masturbate with pain you see yours is the best with the bruises invisible to all but them and that special sensation that they can obtain with sadistic voyeurism into your heart mirror girl mirror girl when will you break