Standing in front
Of a mirror
Afraid of what i see
Not only the
Reflection of me
But of the months
Come to past
The pain has taken
Its toll both
In my body and
In my soul
The clothes
They hang losly
And my eyes
Have the inprint
Of pain
My face seems
Forever tear
Stained
My body seems
So weak
As though I
Can't hold
Myself up
My eyes filled
With not only
Pain but a
Ever growing
Hatred inside
I gaze into
The mirror
But it seems as
Though i don't
Recognize what
I see that
Coudln't be me
But the mirror
Of my heart
Doesn't lie
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