The reflections in the window Show me the truths I can't escape. They show me the lies I've believed, The pain I've endured. I see all the people who've used, Betrayed and hurt me. I close my eyes against them, But they won't go away. Not only do the reflections show The pain I've endured, But the pain I've inflicted as well. Flinching away from all this, I take a step back. I don't want to remember, But these reflections, These reflections of my past Won't let me be. How hard I'd tried to build up these walls, Years it took. And now, it only takes a few moments To break them down again. These reflections quickly crumble my walls, Exposing the pain, Making old wounds raw once more. I'm screaming in my head, "Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop..." There are tears now, streaking down my face. I feel their hotness against my cheeks. I can see the wet shine in the window. These haunting reflections, Everthing I saw, all that I relived, In my own eyes...
It's amazing how re-reading what one has written can bring light to what it means.