Wrapped inside a cocoon of the intellect
Solitude much less than a comfort now
My choice of singularity, my hermitage
Dank prison now, no longer shining hope
I can't remember the good-idea-ness of this
I can remember it seemed the right thing
Schoolwork is my life, research my lord
But how did this become the price of it?
Spiraling down down in my need for perfection
Questing after knowledge, losing all else
Must all great things come at a price?
So strange it is that I feel so much in hell
Yet certain that I made the only choice
I don't want to redecide, or abandon goals
I just want it to stop hurting for once
Want my dopple, not promises of a prince
Prince that I neither asked for nor desire
I'm prince enough for my own self, can do without
I want my me-not-me to break through the mirror
Of my seeing hir and come into my being with hir
Ze that is now writing this same poem
In the dark spaces of the mirror world
Mirror mirror bring me my love, or for pity's sake
At least pinion me with your razored shards
Allow me to escape into the mirror land
Or into blissful non-existence