Reflectionless

I write on my mirror what I need to know.
A list of how the day should go.
But rarely do I keep it up.
It's far too daunting to look up.
You see, I'm not who I have been.
I guess you'd say I'm not my friend.
I haven't been for quite a while.
I'm faking feels with every smile.
It's all momentary, though
I can't fathom where I would go.
Because I'm lost. This isn't me.
I'm just a ghost of what you see.
And every time, my mirror will try
to look me back, straight in the eye,
I cannot do it. My eyes fall down
to somewhere safe on darker ground.
I used to know who I was seeing
but the ghost pushes and I keep fleeing
to farther places. Rest my head
and maybe when I wake from bed
I'll have the know to remember this lesson;
A ghost cannot see its reflection.