See yourself in the mirror
Reflecting the real you
A distored view of you
Not one of beuty
But of decay
Your mask now hides what is you
The soiled, deserted reality
Living without anyone
Without an embrace
No love, no direction
No place to lie your head
But still you go on
Living in the state of paranoia
All that is young is to be reviled
Resented and loathed
Your literary skills are gone
No one comes to hear your words
No one even remembers them