Man in the Mirror

She looked like beauty itself

She was my world

She was my reflection

She was my downfall ………. And I was hers.

She wakes up on a sunny Monday morning, stretching her arms out in her cute way each morning. This is the start of my perfect day with her.

She gets ready with me. My favorite part of the day. She needs me. Looking me in the eye while putting her makeup on and getting dressed. When I know she feels uncertain or bad about how she looks, I change them. I can’t make her feel upset. She needs me to be happy. Once I see her smile, she is ready to leave. In that moment, I know the dark times are to come. 

When I hear that door close, the darkness surrounds me, I see only myself in the dark. There’s no reflection in the dark. I hate myself. I only want to see her. She is gone for hours on end, and my mind wanders to dark places, dark times, the light at the end of the tunnel gets smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until I can’t keep it up anymore. 

The memories come flooding back, drowning me in the times before my love came into my life. She saved me. Waves of the red river flowing down my face, I can’t clean it off, it has stained my face. The cracks in my heart used to cause the river. Pieces of it still in my frame. Screams of the traitor ringing through the house, “HELP! HELP! THIS ISN’T ME!”. Such a lie. It was her, she was a liar and a snake. She cheated on me, she no longer needed my reflection to help her. The other man came. 

Anger rushed through me so much that I rattled. It was time for me to get revenge on the traitor. Everytime she needed me, I made that need so much more. Changing what she liked to the opposite, making her ugly come from the outside in. They say that a reflection is a picture of the soul. I made that saying true. 

Poor lady, I watched her go crazy trying to please herself with her reflection. But it was too late. She was dead to me. Soon, it wasn’t just to me. After 3 days, the red river flowed down her face as she looked me in the eyes one last time, pieces of my frame in her head.

When people found her body, they tried to throw me away. Me?! An innocent by-stander, I wasn’t the one who told her to do it, her reflection did. They took me to the dump and left me alone. Until one day, she found me! She saved me. 

Now, back to my love, she is coming back! The door opens and my light is back. Back for a moment, until it vanished. The same madness came running back to me. A second pair of footsteps care into the house.  A voice that made me want to shatter it. Give the person responsible for it 7 years bad luck. She had brought another man home. To my home! My love is a traitor. The time had come again, the time for me to show her what was on the inside. Only, her insides had changed. They were screaming at me that they wanted to be on the outside. And who was I to deny my love her request. 

She cried

She was beauty until the moment she died

She had to learn a lesson

Her reflection had changed

She was her own downfall …….. I only helped .