I looked in the mirror
To look at my outfit
For the night.
Instead, I saw the demon
That lives inside and
I suddenly did not want to live.
Poem #2
In the darkness I walk,
Afraid of what is around
The corner and afraid
Of what I might encounter.
Eyes, bright red eyes have found me,
Staring straight into me and pierce
My soul. In this darkness,
I was right to fear the black mirror.