The Mirror

When I look into a mirror all I can see is pain and suffering. A mirror is supposed to make you feel beautiful and pretty. But all I can see is you standing behind me, making me look and only see the ugly. I feel your breath on my neck, as you slap and beat my head. For 23 years I endured this pain brainwashed day by day. When I see a mirror I want to break it in a million pieces Hoping that somehow that will fix it. My inner self cries out with pain just hoping that someday you will go away. I know that these times are just a memory, But my brain says no it is reality. I hope that one day I will be able, to look into a mirror and not be labeled. To be able to see the beauty inside and out That everyone keeps telling me about