Asylum

I looked sternly at my mirrored image And hung my head and turned away I didn't recognize the frozen stare before me I just couldn't meet his gaze. There was years of weathered wrinkles Coursing from his crooked brow There was parching skin where hair once grew Looked like a barren wasteland now. I saw the hidden torment in his eyes Decades of pain written in his phoney smile And the darkened bags beneath his eyes From trudging through life's weary miles. One thing my image cant strip from me Is my fragile heart inside Through the battles, heartbreaks and countless losses Its still my sanctuary where I hide.