The Mirror

The Mirror

I start every day with pain on my face,

from tossing and turning for rest I must chase.

I walk to the sink and it fills me with dread,

I can't bear to look so I bow down my head.

I reach for my brush and it runs thru my hair,

as I'm fighting anger, confusion despair.

Anxiety grips me as I start to shake,

my head fills with wonder from every mistake.

My eyes feel so glassy from tears I have cried,

these hands are so shaky from numbness inside.

A tear starts to form so I sniffle my nose,

my fist starts to clench as I'm curling my toes.

I feel so damn tense am I loosing my grip?

I just want to scream as my thoughts take a trip.

A journey of madness so deep in my mind,

of a life I once lived that has left me behind.

I finally look up at the face that a see,

a vision, a shadow, of who I should be.

This person, this stranger this shell that I am,

a fragment of someone that once gave a damn.

This battle Is real, but it helps me see clearer,

when I see that face, watching me in that mirror.