Poem: The Mirror and I Talk Shit

Running hands through my hair

Conversing

Like we’ve done time and time

Before

Don’t overthink it

But we do

The past hasn’t been very kind

Don’t worry about the quiet 

But we do

It’s always on my mind

Don’t check the feeds

But we do

Or check for signs

Just in case

Don’t be neurotic 

Don’t be psychotic 

Don’t showcase your chaotic 

Inner workings 

No one knows how to handle 

Your deranged little soul

And it hurts

And hurts

Until you spiral some more 

A never ending cascade 

Hidden behind a facade

Of brick and mortar smiles