Mirror.

What is it that I want? Is it the light of the day? Or is it the darkness that encompasses us all?

Shall I wait for you in the dawning light? Or shun you for an eternal night, bonded in the chains of the mind.

Who is it staring at me out of the dark in front? Who is this creature of the shadow, hidden behind layers of laughter, hate and love?

Who is it that watches me, taking in every fault, every perfection? Is it a dark angel? A Goth? Or a demon, spawned from the bloody depths of hell?

Is this real? Or is this a dream? Does it matter? Is it really that important? Shall I care? Shall I die? Shall I live?

I look into the dark blue eyes that meet mine perfectly. The black hair and the black lipstick. I see the scars, self inflicted, on those pale arms. The creature of the night’s eyes widens.

What a freak. What a moron. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Who would be sick and twisted enough to carve their own flesh and spill their own blood?

I stare at the monster before me and I laugh at it. I shall shun it and mock it. I laugh, the tears rolling down my cheeks, my eyes shut to the point of painfulness.

I hear no sniffling, no cries of rage, from the creature. I open my eyes and look back at the creature. It is grinning widely. Slowly, the smile fades as realisation dawns upon me.

Hello world. Here I am. I am the reflection in the mirror. Hello, world, here I am. The dark angel. The laughter. Here I am, lord. I am the creature in the mirror.