Here I stand,
facing my fears,
fighting back tears
that I've held for years.
Why did I make you?
It's time that I wake you,
to shake you and break you,
retake and remake you.
I stare in the mirror
as you get clearer.
You're the one
who's caused me so much pain.
Constricting myself
and conflicting myself,
Am I to be my own bane?
No.
I punch in the mirror
and pieces fly by,
as they draw nearer,
I exhale a sigh.
The cuts on my hand,
trickle with blood,
but this is my stand;
I've prepared for the flood.
The flood of emotions
that pass me by
are a welcome potion,
a lovely goodbye.
I will be okay,
'cause in my mind's eye,
I'll remember this day;
the day part of me died.
I've finally escaped the guilt in the mirror,
and now my reflection couldn't be clearer.
I needed to see who I really was,
and now I see what willpower does.
I escaped.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
Here I stand,
facing my fears,
fighting back tears
that I've held for years.
Why did I make you?
It's time that I wake you,
to shake you and break you,
retake and remake you.
I stare in the mirror
as you get clearer.
You're the one
who's caused me so much pain.
Constricting myself
and conflicting myself,
Am I to be my own bane?
No.
I punch in the mirror
and pieces fly by,
as they draw nearer,
I exhale a sigh.
The cuts on my hand,
trickle with blood,
but this is my stand;
I've prepared for the flood.
The flood of emotions
that pass me by
are a welcome potion,
a lovely goodbye.
I will be okay,
'cause in my mind's eye,
I'll remember this day;
the day part of me died.
I've finally escaped the guilt in the mirror,
and now my reflection couldn't be clearer.
I needed to see who I really was,
and now I see what willpower does.
I escaped.
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