I look in the mirror and try to find out what do I see.
I do not know what it is, but it is not me.
The hurt in my eyes never left my soul.
Is this real I ask again?
The question is written on my soul, but the answer is nowhere to be found.
I tried to push through, but it only cuts even more deep.
I cannot see where to begin to heal, but I see how the soul ends.
The path to being me is one that is free from money, but it cost with the pain of me.
I try to push through, but each day the mirror just keeps breaking.
Maybe tomorrow it will just shatter and then we will see who is looking back at me.