I don’t like what I see when I look at my reflections

Reflected in true colors,

Showing mine without looking inside.

I’m very self concious in an unconscious way.

It gets in the way more then often

To tell you the truth,

I think I stress myself out

More than anything in specific

I just don’t like the person who stares back at me

from the mirror in the bathroom

The place that once provided me clarity

Hosts a demon I’m not strong enough to fight yet

Who am I now?

I thought all this growing up led to greener pastures

But I find myself stuck in more ruts

Letting more opportunities slip rather than be captured

Sometimes I feel like I would embrace Armaggeddon

Flee a life that I just can’t get the hang of

I swear, i’m trying hard to be the man supposed to be

Trying hard to become someone I can stand to look at in the mirror.