Self Confession

I stare in the face of a reflection of myself that
I've never endured.
I mourn for the missing pieces of me lost in the shadow 
of the other side of myself. Pierced into me lies a
bitter story shrouded in a deceitful glare which I 
can only fake, but not inject. I cannot embrace
the beauty I see all around me when my reflection mirrors
an empty chapter which I cannot fill with the comfort
of a substance conjuring my reflection into an
entity imposing on my heart, mind and soul.
It lets loose and shreds my mind like razers cutting
through the fabric that provokes love and compassion,
and with it comes, always loss…
How can sorrow ever be recognized if my opposition ceases
to release the temptation of what sets it so free to roam
through me and take me to temporary ecstasy? I 
awaken to the rubble of a war path, and the only thing
left to remind me is hurt and hatred...
I only wish as I fight to repair what is empty in me and sew
The fabric back together that the beauty remains.
All I have left in me is fight and hope, and a time I fight for to come back to me.
I name no names, but I love deeper than any hatred imposed within me 
Could ever reach. And it’s for that, that I will fight, It’s to that, that I bear sorrow
And it’s for that sorrow that I cling to hope. 
I never meant to hurt, I never meant to cause pain, I never meant to 
Make myself vulnerable for my reflection to reign havoc through me.
All that is left for me is a promise to kill in me what has made me so distant
And bitter. This is a tale of a battered man, a confession of an evil within me,
An apology to those who have lost the real me in their site and a promise
To bring the missing pieces of me home.