I look into the mirror.
My reflection smiles while I just stand there,
Blankly.
It stands so tall,
Not afraid of what it is lurking in the corner.
Blinded by the glimmer of hope in its eyes.
It's ready to take the plunge, happily even.

I reach out my hand,
My fingertips can never reach the person standing in the mirror.
A figment of my imagination I can never reach,
Always out of grasp,
Untangable,
Untouchable,
Just a dream.

I retract my hand and reach up to touch my face.
My lips so chapped, it feels like sand paper.
I can feel the bags under my eyes,
So puffy they feel swollen.
My head aches.

I wish I was the reflection...