The Bane of my Reflection

The process of shedding skin is by my many directors
on my own Truman show
by hands of omnipotence.

Reasonable has become the act of abandoning my post
for another, taking a different form out of
the many from which I can choose.

I will condone such a selfish act to inflict murder
to my reflection, with malice and forethought,
the deed long time coming.

I chose to watch my coffins burn whilst shards of
that disgusting mirror burn within them,
screaming the name of my soul in animus.

Though I see nothing, a hand embraces my shoulder
upon my broken body, a warm breathe
flows over, pushing my sighs of relief.

I have killed the man of my face and name many times, and
until my final hour, I intend to be
the bane of that man's existence.

My Writer has written this plot twist in the
scriptures of my flawed name, to mark new chapters  
in my history in the making...