I made my mother cry one day
it was from a accident I had done
and on that same day
I knew what she viewed me as
I wanted to apologize for my actions
but she only heard the sound of the man she despised
echoing through my voice
when I realized what she saw within me
I began to tear my face apart
but I couldn't
never in my life have I thought
I have turned into the person
I didn’t want to become
the feeling of ashamed
running through my veins
pouring through my tears
and ever since that unfortunate moment
I began to cover every mirror in my path
worried about seeing him
through my reflection
And every time I saw my face
through the mirror’s gaze
I feared I'd see his trace.
So I covered every mirror near,
hiding from the growing fear.
But running never heals the past,
and hiding shadows doesn't last.
One day I stood and faced the glass,
and saw myself no longer masked.
I found my mother, soft but strong,
and told her where I had gone wrong.
She held my hand and let me see
I wasn't him but just simply me