The Mirror

A wall of glass
surrounds me.

I run to escape
the face staring back at me.

There is no way out.

A tear flows from my arduous eyes
and slides onto my lips.

I quiver at the sight of me
Alone I stand.

There is no one to turn 2.

My body aches from the burdens it carries
it grows weary each day.

My voice cracks when I speak
my words are monotonous.

There is no turning back.

I touch the mirror with my trodden fingertips
and I realize there is no escaping.

I am the mirror image of me.