I was held by my own vision
In the mirror and water.
Face reflected by said objects,
Seeing myself and my essence.

A product of past wins and losses.
Shown on my skin, imperfections.
In disdain, I look and refrain,
Trying to see the good in me.

A fair image that I’m fouled by.
It’s my face I’m reminded by.
I’m disgusted at my own sight,
Recalling all past pains and fights.

Scars of both types, inside and out,
Litter on my body and mind.
I try to put effort to like
My own reflection, to better it.