Broken

Broken

When you look in the mirrow what do you see?

When I look in the mirror I see a broken image of me,

damage that was caused by my unwanted desires.

It's been draining me for days and I'm starting to get tired.

How could I be so unpleased with myself?

How can I be at ease with myself?

I have broken thoughts that's misguided and misplaced.

When I look in this mirror I wish I could erase this face,

this face of a person who does not yet exist.

In my mind and in my soul is draining me completely,

but I refuse to show my pain so I just bury it beneath me.

Many regrets, many rejection, many heartbreaks, and many interactions,

but in the end I'm always broken; scattered into a million invisible pieces.

Knowing myself that I'm not strong so I'll admit that I'm defeated.

Strenght is what it takes, courage is what I need,

weakness is what I have and pain is what I bleed.

Broken...that's what I am.

Shattered...that's the image you'll see,

but it's impossible to put pieces together to create this broken me.