The person looking back at me, from my mirrors brutal gaze, Bears no clear resemblance of my body or my face... I can't believe I look so old, my hairs gray, and I'm fat... How come he's still here I ponder; he never signed up for that... I look away disgusted, with who I've grown to be, Now I have to be ashamed; that ugly persons' me... I'm sorry when he looks my way, that this is what he sees... No wonder he keeps his options open, in case he ever leaves... I couldnt even blame him, if he was unfaithful, a real friend would let him go; expecting him to stay seems hateful... with a second glance, into my evil looking glass... I see the pain I have endured, and how lifes kicked my *** I reflect on how hard I've fought to be someone that makes me proud I spent so much time hating myself I wore hate like a shroud... With a deep inhale, and one last look, in my mirrors direction. I bravely lift my head to see, at last my horrible reflection... I looked into my eyes this time and Thats where I saw the spark The light inside them is beckoning it illuminates the dark Turns out Inside I am not ugly. theres beauty to be seen... Hopefully he sees past my flesh and loves whats in between.