Yeah, act like I don't see your jet black eyes staring into your own personal mirrors. And you can act as though, you aren't glancing over them, to analyze me. To have your beady, little bloody holes rest upon my face, my so "obvious" internal structure, and my faults. 2 years later we kiss. I'm given a mirror but I try not to use it like you. When nobody's looking, I lay it down. I try to be careful but it breaks anyways. I look around. Laughing, smiling, self indulgence lies in every crevice of this room. Then I realize that you can't see me without my mirror. Not even if I mutter a single word of discontentment, a single cry, scream, for w