Truthful Reflection

                               

I passed by a mirror just last night

And it made me want to cry.

The pain of living as your whore

Is reflected in my eye.

Where once my face was smooth as silk,

A young girl’s mask at best,

Here and there are lines etched deep

They mark my lack of rest.

You aren’t worth what you have done

This mess you gladly made.

The mark of you might plague me now

But one day your ghost will fade.

I will grow strong and I’ll let go

Cut all ties with you.

Because there is no one that will break me

As you are trying to do.