the mirror is my drug . can't even go hours let alone minutes with out just alittle taste of the glass. I rely on the warmth it gives me. It desires my attention and i fill the crave. It knows i need it to make it through the day. It wants me, all of me and i'm happy to comply. But Im losing myself to the reflection it gives. Even though the glass speaks to me, saying the right things at the right time, it isn't always on my side. It builds up so much love for myself, to then take it all away; leaving me down and depressed. Even though it knows damn well I was going to come back for more. The mirror has a mind. A smart one too. My reflection controls me. I let the image of the mirror dictate how I am to feel. But why? I shouldn't rely on the opposite side of the glass. I'll let go of the mirror so I can speak for myself. Let my voice overcome the need and desire for the glass.