I dread staring at the mirror
Afraid of the reflection of the past
A rearview of both pain and darkness
A reminder of what I used to be
A wonderer in the wilderness of living dead
Alas!
How I wish I could just see it shutter
But they tell that it doesn't matter
To hold on to what we used to be
For it has no label of meaning
Define the best versions of ourselves
So why does it come back to us
Whenever we try to bury it in the deep ends?
Why does it resurface just choke the little we have
Happiness we struggled to search for and earn?
Why does it hurt to recall a slight mistake
Posing a heavy load on our souls?
Why does it feel Vogue to smile away,
To blend in with the normals and live on?
Fail to understand why it hurts to see the scars
The healed scars that still glow the truth
why?