Mirror

girl you gone so bad,
often it makes me sad,
to see this abomination,
feels partly my creation,
but I over-think about it,
this bit I doubt it,
that I was there just a little much,
you were always latently such,
self image so shallow,
in ignorance you wallow,
that snap you press on hundred minds,
only to receive a few rewinds,
of fake appreciation full of lechery,
feeling content revealing your misery,
that only physicality defines you,
emptiness entwines you,
so you feel this disconnect,
these mirrors you reject,
who reflect your mistake,
that you only learned to take,
and whatever you dole out,
to assuage your ego stout,
with cognizance of your philanthropy,
you reduce it to mockery,
but who are you mocking,
have a revelation shocking,
you lose friends, gain perfumes,
with lovers gone, loneliness looms,
and that is how reality strikes,
this outward self back bites,
which was created to impress,
now a reason of distress,
readily translated to promiscuity,
you face crisis of identity,
you don't feel your true self as this,
great blight comes with ephemeral bliss,
in this dark water you peddle for hope,
and in me you find an ever present rope,
which can pull you to a distant shore,
unburden your baggage to accommodate more,
and this negativity you readily infuse,
I somehow find hard to refuse,
failing to see how your conscience operates,
takes some of me and degenerates,
and it became evident in past,
I embraced true love but you I lost,
weak heart did not let me be truthful,
till today I am remorseful,
only that you have on me,
only reason I let it be,
or maybe I feel some of you can be salvaged,
not for me though as I have envisaged,
a picture for me which none of your's express,
she came and went, her memories beyond regress,
my word-hoard exhausts to do this best,
narrate my abhorrence as I lay it at rest.