staring me down
pointing crooked fingers of perfection
at my lack of divinity
reminding me of all I am not
and all I will never be
your glare is ice upon the surface of my soul
its cool breeze causes me to question everything
my mind become a dark cellar
thoughts lost in the dust of forgotten days
forgotten dreams
repressed nightmares
and sins that were once locked away
Now
Exposed in Darkness
your reflection of righteousness
strips me of all my dignity
leaves me cold
naked
alone
I am forced to see myself through your eyes
through your ideals
through your grandiose nonsense
But
I cannot see you
because your superficial posture blocks out the light