Looking back on life I realize I am guilty of so many sins.
My concience I keep close to me to remind me of my misguided attempts at life.
Looking at myself in the mirror is like looking through glass...
Every mistake, every pain, every problem...
It's there staring back.
I try to look away but my haunted eyes catch my gaze...
Clear and blue...too often filled with pain.
Memories flood my mind from yesterday and before...
What have I done...
How much more damage before I can do no more?
The glass grows clearer as time goes on...
Hindsight is 20/20...
But does it get any easier to look at our failure?
And back in the mirror a scared little girl stares back at me...
I don't want to remember her...
I wish she wasn't me.
Too many times she was never good enough...
Too many times her Mommy's love was a little too rough.
Her eyes are pleading...begging for love.
Putting her back in the glass is not easily done.
And the images start to fade...
With my mistakes lingering in my mind like yesterday...
The ironic thing is that glass isn't the only invisible thing in my dream...
I'm invisible too...there is no reflection to haunt me in this mirror of horror...
I am truly alone...
For everyone that never saw me...
For everyone that never knew...
I don't really have any words of wisdom for you...
But your day will come...
We can't always be strong...
The mirror will haunt you too...
Long after I am far gone.