I dreaded mirrors with my entire being,
Or anything that I could see my reflection.
It tells how much of an awful person I am,
Shameless, cold, emotional, weak, insane,
Abnormal, odd, freak, traitor, and many more.
Is it really what they saw me,
Nothing but a disgrace and uselessness?
My past I see when I saw myself in the reflecting glass,
Mistakes I make turned me to be insecure
Feeling my heart was in pain from guilt and regret.
That's how I despised the mirrors,
It feels like to face my hideous self,
The only enemy I could never defeat.
