A Broken Reflection

A broken reflection

A picture means nothing

When the image in my head is all I see

A portrait of loathing

A painting of insecurity

I've burned the image a thousand times

To destroy the site of myself

But it left a branded mark behind

Reminding me I'm far from well

Now I stand strong but fragile

Like clay pulled from the kiln

Face to face with what I fear

Reflection from a twisted mirror

Where every flaw is brought to light

And all that shines is left behind

Behind

A broken reflection

Engrained with permanence

Like a statue standing tall

Standing tall

But the frailty of a mere sketch

Constantly set to rise and fall

Depicting distortion

Seen through an old warped film

Now I stand strong but fragile

Like clay pulled from the kiln

Interpreting the madness

And cleansing the palette to bring

Bring me face to face with what I fear

Reflections from a twisted mirror

Where every flaw is brought to light

And all that shines is left behind

Will I ever be content with what I see?

Will I ever be content with what I see?

Or will my greatest oppressor always be me?

Shattered

Engrained with permanence

Engrained with permanence

Like a statue standing tall

But the frailty of a sketch

Set to constantly rise and fall

Though charred by the demolition

A new image begins to appear

Just like the one I'd destroyed

Re-embraced by fear

Face to face with what I fear

Reflection from a twisted mirror

Where every flaw is brought to light

And all that shines is left behind

Reflection, reflection

Bring me back

Interpreting the madness

And cleansing the palette to bring

Bring me back from this hell

Shattered, shattered