"Taking a Look..."
The reflection in the glass, all that I despise
Those eyes stare back, revealing my lies.
The rationalizations, the living in fear
The bastardized prayer to not live another year.
The reflection in the glass, all that I hate
My throat constricted by the crushing weight.
The weight of complacency, dense and vast
My brain and my actions, mired in the past.
The reflection in the glass, all stoic and staid
Revealing nothing, cold and afraid.
The confusion and emptiness, all too much
Unworthiness rearing, I recoil from touch.
The reflection in the glass, looks at me with derision
Stuck in this prison, 'till I make a decision.
But it resigns itself to its ugly fate
Knowing quite well I will sit and wait.
For moving forward is not a trait of the meek
Change will not come for the self-pitying weak.
"Yeah, now Santa's gonna pass you right by, you naughty boozehound."
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"I'm bored...I might as well do something mindless and unproductive."
That is great stuff. Deep. Will there be more? 
Wow, that was great... truly deep stuff, but great 
Wonderful, powerful 
-Viv- 
