you can't get a glimpse of your face in the mirror if you run past it in terror
Think of the bad as a bitter poison that we drink so that soon, hopefully... we become immune to the toxins in our own head or risk further blood shed
the choice is yours fight the wars in your mind and maybe you'll find a better way or live in your own turmoil 6 feet beneath the soil
This to me is the struggle to accept yourself as you are , and trying to contend with the things you hate about yourself that plague your mind , the truth is a bitter poison, and so is insecurity and any other battle you have raging on inside your head each day, but regardless of what the battle it is, the result is death if you lose, death of the version of you , you could become , death of your emotions or I'm some cases literal death. But not all wars need to be fought sometimes we can walk around the war zone.