Shooting My Reflection

My hands are closed, I fear shooting my reflection,
My hands are alive, the cause and the solution of the infection,
Blood drips through each stubborn finger,
I stand waiting for a command, trapped as we all linger,
Sound doesn't exist until a single word,
The occurrence of which, strangers become a herd,
I look at the distant clothes, we are all dressed the same,
Then think beyond the horizon, a difference to tame,
The difference stands staring at each other,
They are all dressed the same, brother next to brother,
A single word of great destruction,
Is born, giving life to our function?
Uniformed brothers begin to run,
Holding their hope; a shaking gun,
A band of brothers will collide,
A collision of control, assumptions provide,
A test of mankind, each player takes part,
A motionless landscape, the reality of art,
A bullet makes it self at home,
I would scream, however like my pain I am alone,
Losing hope to the wave of regret,
The motionless landscape, I can't forget,
Reborn in hospital, my eyes open,
My family gathered, they can't relie that I am broken,
My hands are closed, I fear shooting my reflection,
My family leans forward, opening my hands they fail to see my depression.