Who?

Who is it that lights up my room...
is it you
or doom alike?
this dull worn cover cannot save
anything, not even itself
the walls around us
are heavy and thick
breathing is not an option
not today atleast
Ive still accused wrongly
Yes, I have mistaken you
are you
light,
or dark?
day or night?
friend
or foe?
whatever it is you are
the fog is clearing
and
I see your face
you are not doom,
nor light, nor dark
day or night
nor friend or foe
you are but
my ownself
that I see
in that rusty old mirror
with not much to go on though,
how can I
be in that mirror
much unlike myself
in which I stand?
I do not see what I feel
beneath me
or above me
inside the image
I see color
and light
air that is not heavy nor thick
I am wearing a dress
unlike the rags I model now
my hair is done in a way
some would be envious of
I reach for my own hair
its dry and cracked
nothing to be proud of
she
or I mean
I
am smiling
and it seems as though
I am filled with life
where is this me
that I see in the mirror
I touch the broken glass
with a finger
soft and slow
in fear
of what could happen
what do I expect?
to fall into this mirror
and become the me
I see inside?
Ive touched the glass now
and nothing spectacular has happened
I see the other me
and my own self still
She does not move
while I am moving around
like some kind of wild
animal
trying to figure out
who
and what
how and why
Nonesense I scream
I want to throw something
at the mirror
break the image I see
for I know it can only be
my imagination
wishing for a place
where I would be called
Happy
Indeed now I have decided to break it
I can no longer sit in front of this person
my own self
and see her happy
when I am so
alone
I start to rummage through this tiny room
looking for a hammer,
a shoe,
anything hard
I have to break the mirror now
what I see only causes me more
wonder
and worry
complete sadness
THE CANDLE HOLDER!
I gently take the candle out
it is dark now
but light comes from the mirror
its her still
or myself
I still cannot tell
but no matter now
I throw the candle holder at the mirror
glass is everywhere
and for some strange reason
I fall to the floor
and quite strangely
I am no more.