I Am Weak

I stare into this mirror,
Staring back into empty visions of a lost soul who tries too hard,
Trying to find something that most of creation calls Love.
This feeling of rejection eats at my heart like the way a lion eats away the flesh of some animal too weak to defend itself,
I'm Dead.
Standing up is nearly impossible when the weight of every screw up and every flaw is battering my ribs like the thousands of dead bodies across the world who's captured underneath crumbling buildings Too weak to stand.
Forcing myself to blink is a skill worth losing because blinking isn't any good if everytime I open my eyes I'm looking at a boy too cold hearted to speak.
What's the use in words when words have been my enemy from the start,
Telling me that mirrors lie,
this ones pretty true,
and in any truth that I'll ever find is that this little boy has the weakest mind, because his eyes are too blind to see what his ears have already heard,
only to screw up every single word that he's ever spoke.
Regaining my conscience,
I step away from that mirror,
Running is the only choice I have,
Having no recollection of anything good, it's all bad.
I am weak.