Mere Image

If you were surrounded by mirrors, forced to glare at yourself, would you be able to face your own judgment?

To the woman in the mirror:

I will end this mentality of yours; being confident, but in a mirror insecure

I see and define you as weak when I know better; that's why I cry

With what I've been through, what I see, contradicts what's inside

It's just the moment I see you, I want to break down

When I take a look, I feel unworthy of a crown

And that's why I will break you, my mental, mirror entity

I refuse to be my own worst enemy

And I swear, I won't stop swinging til you shatter

And leave the facade pieces of me scattered

And stained, with the blood of someone who will no longer be defined by their mere image