Mirrors can see your scars, but they can’t see your heart.

I fear my reflection
It’s a monster of cruel perfection,
feeding on a broken soul
Waiting for me to lose control.
Clinging onto memories untold
Waiting for darkness to unfold.
Having Pandora’s box deep within,
Full of anger, pain & deadly sins.
The wrath can’t be tamed,
The impulses rising leave me ashamed.
Fight it back & grit my teeth,
Until I feel it rising underneath.
To lose myself maybe deadly,
So I remain calm to keep it steady.
I have a reason to hide,
To clutch this darkness deep inside.

K

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