Here I stand,
facing my fears,
fighting back tears
that I've held for years.

Why did I make you?
It's time that I wake you,
to shake you and break you,
retake and remake you.

I stare in the mirror
as you get clearer.
You're the one
who's caused me so much pain.
Constricting myself
and conflicting myself,
Am I to be my own bane?

No.

I punch in the mirror
and pieces fly by,
as they draw nearer,
I exhale a sigh.
The cuts on my hand,
trickle with blood,
but this is my stand;
I've prepared for the flood.

The flood of emotions
that pass me by
are a welcome potion,
a lovely goodbye.
I will be okay,
'cause in my mind's eye,
I'll remember this day;
the day part of me died.

I've finally escaped the guilt in the mirror,
and now my reflection couldn't be clearer.
I needed to see who I really was,
and now I see what willpower does.

*I escaped.