Mirrors

Why couldn't I do better? What did I need to do fot you to love me? Why was it that, every time I looked at you,you never smiled? No matter what i did to make things better, you were always morified. You were so dejected from everything around you that you even turned your back on the people who were always standing up for you? Was it tat bad? Did you honestly believe that no one would be enough? Was I not enough? Damit, I'm talking to mirrors again. I'm shouting at my reflection, wishing I could cover up these scars. Just looking at what I have become maks me sick. Better. I have to be better. Stonger! I will look my reflectio in the eyes, and for the first time, not see an ocean of darkness, but a sky filled with crimson red. My will to fight will become the fire tha fuels me. I will become so strong that my glass counterpart won't recognaize me. And instead of cowering in fear, he will embdy my strength and become who he was always meant to be... ME.