Behind the Mirror

I am unfeeling

or at least the feelings have been left behind

in the image of myself

that I have pushed nonchalantly behind the cold silver.

The world is so cold

that I push the best of myself

behind a surface

so that it can numb itself to the cries of a needy world.

That way I can sit and eat my food, complain about the reading assignment I have yet to complete, and forget that there are children out there that need to simply be held.

My arms are empty.

And my cares have been pushed into the mirror.

How fitting- seeing as I live in an image based society.

I stand one hand touching that of my other half

and all I can think about is how I should try to be more beautiful.