Congruent.

Stare into the mirror.
What do you see?
A billion broken faces looking back at me.
Shards of you and me, laying on the floor.
Entwined.

Everyday is exactly the same.
Why should we go through this pain?
The other side is just another requiem.
For this poor souls twisted tortured dreams.
Deflection.

Can you feel my plight.
When wings spread ready for flight.
Only to get caught in the scattershot.
Of yet another dawn.
Rejection.