Staring at my reflection, what do I see?
Do I see the radiant glow
From my once elated spirit?
The constant reassuring features
That once plastered my face?
The eyes that once sparkled
Aided by the numerous stars?
Or the continuing remembrances
As happy moments flood my conscious?
Do I see the loving support from my friends and family?
The ones that prepared me for life?
The attention and discipline of my mentors
Striving to watch me succeed?
The smile that lit up the darkest of spaces
And encouraged the most gloomy of souls?
Or the overall personality that boosted
The ones lost of faith to victory?
My eyes blink once, and my vision changes.
Staring at my reflection, I start to see...
My radiant glow has faded and died
Behind a clouded wall of disappointment.
The features that plastered has broken off
Into an expression of defeat.
The eyes that once sparkled has been drained of their energy,
Left with the appearance of being dried and dead.
The memories that were cheerful torrents
Is now clogged with the gunk of depression.
The ones that I loved now turned against me as enemies,
Mistrusting my every action with a scornful snarl.
The scholars and academic geniuses
Laughing at my failing attempts to soar.
A frown has replaced, and fills the light
With gaps of darkness and regret.
My own spirit being overwhelmed
With the feelings of failing faith...
The fear engulfs my mind as I blink quickly,
Tempting fate to redo my mistakes.
They quickly reopen to a barrel aimed at my head
And the one once there no more.
I stare into the mirror, and what do I see?
A hopeless beggar that has become me.