The Ghost in My Looking Glass
in my looking glass is a ghost
with dark eyes and frown lines
who visits me when I’m lonely
in my looking glass is a ghost
who looks like a shell of a person
completely devoid of emotion
in my looking glass is a ghost
who sends a chill down my spine
just when I begin to feel at ease
in my looking glass is a ghost
who somehow knows just the right thing to say
at just the wrong time
in my looking glass is a ghost
who haunts me in all hours day and night
like an itch that cannot be scratched
in my looking glass is a ghost
who I stare at for hours and hours
trying to convince myself it is okay not to be okay
















