When I Look At the Mirror

I looked at the mirror consioucly Pondering the world beyond Wondering how I came to this place And where I would travel next I looked at the mirror bravely for there lay a scar on my face I slashed right down my face And split it in two Not only splitting my face but my soul too The night soon engulfed me The room could no longer be seen Yet somehow Somehow I could still see my scar I wondered Has this scar marked me? Marked me for life? Or is it there as a symbol A symbol of my history maybe Feeling vulnerable on the inside But strong on the out I lived each day like an outcast about.