The Mirror's Call

Bathroom light like a dying star

Buzzing truth into broken glass

Every angle tells me who I was

Every name feels like an aftermath

I trace my face with borrowed hands

Try to feel something that fits

Skin is a rumor I can’t confirm

A body speaking a language I miss

I swallow silence like pills of air

Count my breath just to feel it there

If I disappear between these lines

Would the world finally get it right?

I’m screaming into a static mirror

It screams me back, but meaner, clearer

I don’t want to die—I want this gone

This wrong-shaped life I’m trapped upon

If heaven’s real, it’s far from here

Under layers of noise and fear

I fade, I flicker, I stall, I stall

Pinned to the wall by the mirror’s call

Closets full of almost-me

Ghosts of futures I couldn’t wear

Every compliment cuts like wire

Every glance is a quiet stare

I learned to smile through feedback hum

Learned to vanish without a sound

I’m alive in the most technical sense

Like a signal buried underground

I bargain with the night again

Not for joy—just less pretend

If I could shed this borrowed shell

Would I finally want to dwell?

I’m screaming into a static mirror

It screams me back, but meaner, clearer

I don’t want to die—I want this gone

This wrong-shaped life I’m trapped upon

If heaven’s real, it’s far from here

Under layers of noise and fear

I fade, I flicker, I stall, I stall

Pinned to the wall by the mirror’s call

There’s a difference

Between wanting to end

And wanting an end to the hurting

But the night doesn’t listen

It just repeats

What it thinks I deserve

Feedback blooms like a bruise in my head

Every thought says, “You’d be better off dead”

But even that voice sounds tired now

Like it’s scared of the quiet it’s calling down

I’m screaming into a static mirror

But somewhere inside, the signal quivers

I don’t want to die—I want to be

A name, a face, a gravity

If heaven’s real, let it start as this:

One more breath I didn’t miss

I shake, I bend, I don’t let fall

I crack the glass—I don’t end it all

Neon hum, dawn leaks through

The mirror’s cracked—but so am I too

And somehow, still, the noise survives

Still buzzing—still alive