I've realized that sometimes I dont seem to see who I am to be. Which caused frictions physically and mentally. At times I can be my own worst enemy. And when I rest my solid body, the process of life becomes a hobby. Where in its mirror I see a reflection of light. Whether within me or without I see art. Alot of times I fall apart in its cycle controlling my emotions. Often creatin erosion of fear askin why am I still here. And when I see myself cry I see my tears. In the mirror I cant help to see not only me but my flaws and morals in me.