Reflections

i dyed my hair like pouring ink over a name i no longer wanted to read.

i pressed into me as if i could edit what lived underneath it.

i kept seeing me like smt erased and rewritten too many times until the paper tears.

i thought the mirror would grow kinder if i gave it someone new

but even under it i knew exactly who I was

and still I stood there wondering how much of me to lose until my own reflection forgot to call me ruin

but color runs and scars heal.

none of it changed how mirrors feel

and every change I tried to keep

just left the silence twice as deep.