Within the Mirror

The scared mess you see before you
Has forgotten how to cry,
The difference between right and wrong
Yet, still remembers how to lie.
This broken outlined figure
Is a shadow from your past,
The secret you keep locked away,
That summons you by night.
The battered being in front of you
Is intensely starring back,
With strong pleading eyes of pain
Yet, still you look away.
She can't fathom why you turn away
From everything you see
This former shell of what you were
Has hardened in your hands
These wounds you see before you now
Cannot heal without accepting that they're there
For they are deep
And bleeding fervently with puss.
True they will sting at first
And then dull to a minor pain
But once this cycle has completed
Its' painful course
.You will merely have a scar.
A small reminder of how far you've come
A little token as to where you are now
So you can gain the ability to look within a mirror
Without hating what you see.