Reflection

The shiny object before me,
It seems to reflect a painting,
Something I have imagined,
Don't look,
Turn away from the pain,
Leave me be,
For my heart aches,
Tell me who I am,
For the reflection this object holds,
Is not me,
The smile,
The glow of the skin,
It is not mine,
For I feel dark,
Look in the eyes,
And pain is there,
So don't look too hard,
Or you'll know me.