This mirror is in front of me.

Well, duh, it’s in front of me,

I can clearly see the monster it reflects.

I don’t really know how, or why, it got there.

But it did.

Tears are screaming, begging to come out,

But Pride says otherwise.

Sloth bangs on my chest like a door’s loud, proud knocker.

I crave for happiness,

So, Greed steals

The diamond of your heart

I fought Envy, but it seeps

Under my skin.

Gluttony stings my tongue with alcohol

and I can feel a buzz all over again.

Lust pounds, no, pulses through my veins

Like a raging fire of hormones.

Wrath rips me to the core.

And I wonder how I could this happen to me?

Of all the sick humans alive today,

I am the one to blame?

My gaze bore into the mirror, proud.

How could I be proud of the sins I’ve committed?

How could I even think of it?

A sweet, delicate being that

hides behind the mask of innocence?

But I surrender to the devil’s eyes

in the mirror in front of me.

“You’ve won,” I say,

And I take off the mask.