Mirror reflecting depression

Beneath the sheet of an angel silk

My finger glides gently along the threads

Eyes wandering as the light perfectly glistens upon its shine

Questioning its perfection

All this leads to a mirror

Its direct in my path

Glancing at a stranger

Beside pure bliss

"I am not perfect"

Such a simple thing to feel the urge to scream

But yet, I cannot resist the words falling from my lips

As though to defend a fact that need not be defended

As though to look into those hazel eyes to convince what is accepted

I am but a shell of a woman I knew 

She is gone it seems

And the defiant anger angst is consumed with negativity

Breaking the cycle of heartache and dismay

What can unchain the woman from depression?

Is it a pill that slides down her throat?

Is it the needle that the nurses always resort to in healing the pain?

Is it the doctors with there indifferent reaction?

I cannot seem to get a resolution

Waiting for days where this reflection is mirrored beautifully with the silk sheet

At this moment it seems unlikely