I look into my eyes. I say loving things. I say horrible things. Some days I love myself. Others, I abuse myself.


I sacrifice for myself. I sacrifice nothing for myself.


A constant juxtaposition between lover and enemy.


My heart resides in this place.


I see through faces. 


But the faces I see, do not see me. They feel and feel nothing for me.


My reflection staring back at me


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    thought-provoking piece. Much enjoyed.


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