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 (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 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 Reflection 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 (my greatest oppressor) Always be me? Shattered 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