Reflection Poem by ronald aldendorf

i ask these questions knowing theyl never be awnsered so i talk to the reflection amongst the glass hopeing it will reveil my future n my past but im always left in suspence from dawn till dusk i stare into the silvery pool of glass hopeing all the pain will pass as all my dreams seem to be spinning out of reach as each and every day turns to weeks i feel like the flames of hell are lapping at my feet my shine gos dim as the light fades away because my biggest fear is getting in the way dragging me down into the grave makeing me cry in pain as suicide condems my brain voices keep telling me im not worth a damn thing thats why i wear this hatchet chain every single day manic depressive is my new name because i bring everyone around me down because im alway looking at the ground and i never make a sound so they tell me ive gone insane but my sanity is locked away cause the insanity hides my pain not a permenet fix but thats ok so tell me am i really like this is this really me am i really the person i want to be is it this life that has created me or am i another product of society ive walked this path for so long that i cant even hear my angels song so i dont even no if ill make it to shangri-la ill hold up my hatchet to the varry end thill the war angels save me from sin ill call to them every day each n every time i pray askin them to keep you safe