Mirrors

Are things truly what they seem? Is life a function of fate? Is love inevitable? You think, wonder, and ponder as you gaze at the reflection in front of you.

Is it imploring, attractive, captivating? Of is revulsion and embarrassment swirling in your eyes that makes you want to shut them tight.

You question your existence, your being, your burning but why? Doesn't it seem logical to you? Why can't you just accept the way things are?

Smile, breath, laugh but your lips don't seem to adjust.

Being hopeless, no one to trust because everything isn't what they truly seem. People lie and slander in the darkest of nights but in the brightest of days, they shimmer like sunshine after rain, assuring you do their company and care but all that didn't matter.

Being consumed by the world is abstract madness and my head has lost its sanity long ago but staring into  this in-depth darkness.

I began to conclude trust was like an eraser that became smaller with every mistake.