The mirror
Posted December 19, 2006
15 December 2006
I wake in the morning to shower before work
I get out and wipe the mirror as every day before
I wipe the mirror only to see
This face of failure staring back at me
Oh the look of shame on that face
That pitiful look of disgrace
Those eyes, so deep and so dead
Full of nothing bur anger and self hatred
I just stare at that face in the mirror
Wondering what changed so in the last few years
To being so happy and so blessed
Now angry and such a mess
Realizing things could be so much worst
Yet nothing can take away this hurt
Alcohol works for merely hours
But I wake again, a bigger coward
Looking down at the bathroom sink
Tears start to fall like the faucet leak
Because the anger has gotten the best of my heart
And it tears my brain and my insides apart.
I tell myself, you did this to you
Now its time to feel the wrath, you fool
Punch yourself, one, two, three times in the face
Cut your arm with a sharp blade
You will feel better and the pain will subside
Not the pain of blades or blows, but the pain inside
It feels so much better, but you feel like a freak
If anyone knew, they would think the attentions what you seek
But they dont know what it is that eats at you
They cant help, and you know that they want to
Keep waking up, and wiping that glass
Stare at that failure looking back so crass
Someday the pain will be gone
But, not until my sentence here, is done
