mirror, delusion

i dont mean to breath literature, this was how i felt these days.

dont read it if you dislike complaining.

When I bend down to find myself,
A blur shadowy figure appears in the mirror;
I shake my head like the prankster Steve-O,
And the shade sure does follow.

I don’t see a smile upon myself,
Nor anger, nor sorrow;
What was there a frustrated fool,
Thinking why things are no longer meaningful?