
He’s convinced ‘his coming was an error’ that needs correcting without delay—this is what severe depression sounds like when it talks to itself in the mirror.
A harrowing poem structured as instructions to confront the stranger in your own reflection—a man consumed by self-hatred, failed dreams, and the conviction that his departure would strengthen those he leaves behind.
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Go look at him, look at his pale face in the mirror,
how loathsome it is and yet so strangely dear
Look at him for long, and observe very closely,
and find on it quietly lurking, a dark, crippling fear
The fear of failed dreams and the fear of total loss,
of a life utterly failed, and a death by greed’s spear
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Go talk to him, talk to his dark face in the mirror,
with all of its passive and violent aggression
Talk to him for long, and listen with patience,
you will hear his final words, his ugly confession
From where did he come, and where will he go,
he will speak of darkness, and his cold depression
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You hate him with a vengeance, the man in the mirror,
you look at him with vile pity, you feel utter disgust
You are sickened by what he has now become,
no principles, no morality, and a lack of total trust
You are offended by the choices that he has often made,
there is just reigning chaos, the scorching wind, and dust
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You are so disappointed in him, the man in the mirror,
you do not hope for miracles; there will be no redemption
You witness his devastation, his fate is not to blame,
he is dissolving fast, an intentional self-destruction
He is being blown away by the cruel gusts of time,
spite, self-loathing, dejection, and also some rejection
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Go question him, go ask the man in the mirror,
Does he really have to leave? There is no other way?
And he will tell you no, staying is no longer an option,
the sky is overcast, the clouds all heavy and grey
He has to leave now; his coming was an error,
without any hesitation, without the slightest delay
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Go tell him now, go tell the man in the mirror,
there are those, who need him to stay a little longer
And he will tell you no, he has to say his farewell,
his absence will be hurtful, but it will make them stronger
He has always lived like this, braving all his pains,
and they will live so too, no fear, they won’t conquer