Mirrorrim

Inside introspection, my skin is made of enemies. 
  Staring, I despise the image in the mirror.  I hate you. 
  You hate me.  I cut you.  You cut me.  You are my enemy. 
  Enemy you are me.  No more me.  No more.  No more me.  Inches 
  Away from killing the man in the mirror.  I cut him.  My 
  Blood runs.  Illusions of walking over this vendetta.  No 
  Chance, the mirror always wins.  Within introspection my 

  Skin is made of enemies.  MIRRORRIM.  Fake is face your. 
  Mirror shattered this to lead knuckles these bloody and 
  Dripping exploration self.  See just.  Pathetic fucking so 
  Are you.  Worthlessness am I.  Self into journey my.  Eyes 
  My into look eyes my when.  Liar fucking you eyes your 
  Close.  Liar you eyes your close.