The Mirror Spits Back

Unfathomable for the most part, I lay utterly demised in my corner

I can't feel the impact but I know for sure that it resounded bitterly.

I won't find you anywhere nearby but it doesn't bother me anymore,

Freud guffaws voraciously at me, Jung sighs and looks away.

What did I not do? 

Too much to say anything but so forsaken pathetic in covert despise.

I cannot display my ugly visage to anyone 

I am humiliated with every breath I take

Humbled, I am cut into tangents.

I deserve this, all of this: 

They hang their heads down in shame because of me.

The answers lie in my carthoid, I know you seek them

Come for them, I'll let you intercept the river in my jugular.

Compromise the river, let it empty for it carries too many stones.