I see it the mirror,
It stares right back at me
Dare I to like this image,
That I am forced to see.
Or dare I simply look away
From this darkness, and the shame.
Or crawl back in that inner hell,
My haven, and my name.
I know there is good, there has to be
In this shadow of a man.
Perhaps one day I’ll see it,
In this reflection where I stand.