The Battle With My Mirror


In my mirror I see a mask.
A mask of joy, and life.
But I know what's under my mask.
And under my mask I'm not pretty I'm hurtful and disturbing.
I'm filled with pain, regret and impure thoughts.
I know I cant hide from myself forever.
But maybe one day I can except my pain.
The pain that has haunted me for years and has torn me apart.
The pain I fear I give to others.
The pain that makes me scared inside.
Scared to show people my true colors.
What's really under my mask.
Who I am.
It just hurts to much to have to look at myself.
When I take off my war paint and let my self go.
It all hurts to much and makes me want to cry.
So instead ill just sleep.
Until the next day.
The next battle with my mirror.

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