My Mirror

I feel as though I can always be too many people, instead of just one me. And I'll hide away, in my costume imagery and fake the sunlight you see. Where is my mind? Did I let myself get so far behind the truth that the clues are tripping me up? What's the fuss about? Why do I doubt myself? Oh there's only sin that I bask in, as all the colours go a shade of sticky, pale grey. Soft but the light pierces, pains my eyes to focus. Tame this tragic tendency, someone else can fix the deadness I keep within me. Certainly she waits for my healing. I'm stealing my sanity and voting in favor of humanity. Lust isn't love... and it will never be.