Facing Me

There's a girl that's always glaring;
She laughs and smirks and stares
No matter where I ever go
She seems to be right there.
 
Wherever I have tried to run
Or however far that place,
When the crowd is thin or I'm alone
I always see her face.
 
She awakes in me a passenger;
A darkness deep within.
The part of me I try to hide;
My secrets I keep hidden.
 
She's a stranger, but I know her;
There's something in her eyes.
It's her honesty I'm fighting.
The truth to all my lies.
 
With a glimpse of her I'm shaken;
Like a little kid again.
My fists clench up with anger
And I'm crawling in my skin.
 
For seven years I've seen her;
I'm not quite sure what for,
But it's time for me to face her
I won't run anymore.
 
I forgive her for the tortured years; 
I forgive her for the pain.
I will love her gently like a child
Because she is Me by name.

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