The mirror is at fault

I will leave and come back, as I always do. I will make a scene, I'll embarrass you. Letters in cursive written, written just for me. You helped me dissociate from society. This place I detest, but I must confess the courage I lack to leave and not come back. All my nights were spent reading under moon, reading letters written by poets died to soon. Oh how I wish for once I felt sane, how I wish the mirror wasn't the culprit of my pain. The cracks become more and more deep, look at me and cut me till I cannot sleep How can I know that I am awake? Is this my body or is my reflection fake? Please don't call for help, I'm doing just fine. One of these days I'll figure out my mind.