Looking in the mirror,

I wish that I could see myself.

The way you see me.

The reflection stares back at me.

So simplistic in its nature.

Calm on the surface,

The storms tearing up what lies beneath.

It's a curse.

I know myself.

Thing that others will never see or feel.

Things that they could not imagine.

I have to put on a front.

Every day that I live.

Attempt to control what lies in me dormant.

Threatening to come out.

Fear in me,

Confusion also dwells here.

Anger has her corner,

As well as guilt.

Logic dwells somewhere.,

Constantly trying to make sense of all this.

But none can.

So, lifting my head,

I stare in the mirror.

The surface stares out at me.

Merely a reflection.