A life unlived

By a waste of skin;

The things I did

Should be a sin.


An ugly face

Stares back from the mirror;

My own disgrace

Has never been clearer.


My lack of love

Shows through myself,

When hate comes

For no one else.


I scream confessions at the glass,

They only echo here;

With my life shattered, free at last,

I've nothing left to fear.


And should the mirror ever listen,

I want it to know this:

My fate is more than certain,

I sealed it with a kiss.