DISGUST

He looks at himself in the mirror,

And looks away.

If he himself can't look at himself,

Who else will.

Disgusted, not with his looks but with what's inside,

He shuts himself out.

Feelings of love and affection are strangled at conception,

Those that survive are stowed away, deep within.

He looks not to want anybody again,

But he doesn't know that its all decided.

A stranger to friends,

Friends to much more.

Matures a connection,

One that is not intentional.

The complete eternal darkness in his being,

Is now obstructed my the tiniest spect of white.

It gives him hope of a future of some sort,

Even if not the usual.

At this point,He shall settle for anything,

A sliver or the cake in its entirety.

Its strange as The last time he checked,

Life was left over meatloaf.

Things were getting better,

Hope existed after all.

He is now changed for the better,

The reason is known to him alone.

The initial disgust had,

 but hampered his habit of looking into mirrors.

Walking across a shop one day,

He saw his eye in a shard of glass.

What he saw surprised him,

As now the disgust had gone away.

All that was left in that eye,

Was the reason and reason alone