mirror

love songs at midnight and the sound of everyone asleep,
walking through dark halls (they were so much wider in the light)
and the walls are closing in as you struggle to breathe around the lump in your throat
and the pictures on the wall (so harmless in the shining sun) now conspire and leer, watching
(plotting) as you stumble to a mirror and finally break down, as you (once again) realize:
you.
.......are.
.............hideous.