When I stare at the mirror my eyes are met With the visage of an unfamiliar Man. 

He fills my head with falsehoods and lies.

If I insisted otherwise He would scream.

so loud that it shattered the very glass He stood behind.

Glass shards Scored My Body like 1000 tiny knives stabbing me 

My Wounds bled ink darker than night itself

until I was clad in a shadow similar to that of the Man's silhouette'

It was suffocating me slowly and painfully

I knew full well what would happen before i would come to resemble the Man. 

I accepted that I would die being me rather than Living a lie in His image.