Reflections

We see ourselves as different entities of one whole
scrawled with scars that each have a story of their own
the soul unfazed by the flesh that bears its weight
we try to piece ourselves between the spaces of our own illusions our hues continue to constrict us together
tainted in their own shades,they reflect
in those very reflections,we see the unseen
the agonizing demons and the jarring heroes of our own destiny looking past my own reflection,
struggling between symmetrical noses and hourglass figures
i blink and i blink once again
trying to simulate originality as the light above
contours my brawny arms and thunder thighs
my mind trickles into the hollowness of my fickle thoughts,
and the very next time i blinked;
i looked at the mirror and saw no reflection