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.