Judgment

In the darkness that finds me I see their eyes. Haunting. Familiar. And mine. They stare from the trash can Blood-shot eyes that peek. I walked this path a million times last year. I thought I'd left them all here. But they follow me home. The faces of my past Ingrained in my skin, Stare back at me from this mirror. Didn’t I hate him for running from me? I see myself sprinting now. Didn’t I laugh at her vain ambitions? I fear mine have become the same. Didn’t I feel like he was to shame? Now in his shoes I know it was me. All that I judged is now part of me. What I didn’t comprehend then, I see now. I walk in the path of the feet of my past I see their eyes when I look in my mirror.