Reflection
What I see
In the black mirror
I can never love
My image clearer
I see a hurt boy,
Injured by fear.
Scared of the world,
Scared of the tears.
In time,
The scars may heal.
But they are internal.
They will not disappear.
I see an ugly thing,
In my reflection.
A silent cry for help,
Far from perfection
The blinding pain,
Written on this face.
His features obscured,
The past is never erased.
And he doesn't know,
What or who he is.
Alone and scared,
He clenches his fists.
Fears for the worst,
The names he's called.
Worried nobody cares,
Worried he'll never be loved.
Nobody could ever
love the darkness inside.
He could never be good enough.
And so he hides.
From the mirror
He can't look away.
And the words he hears,
As he was lead astray.
Torn in half,
betrayed by emotions.
He is tired of tripping,
Scraping his shins.
His other self merges,
A single duality.
And the ugly image he sees;
Only his personality.
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