War with my reflection

A looking glass; A mirror on the wall;
My reflections;
Scars on my face; A memory of yesterday remains -- With me,

when I walk down the lanes in my mind...Curtained thoughts; Curtailed; Tip-toe from behind,I brush my hair; More hand than comb; Ruffled hair,Water dripping down the faucet; Trickling despair..Fundamentals; Principles; Ethics; Morals shaken up,Yesterday; Today; Tomorrow;

Time blends into me...And I into time; ticking every minute;
Walking to you -- Is it you that I am walking to?
Am I walking yet?
Am I running away?
From you?
For you?
I forget -- The reasons why I run?
The reasons why I stop?
The water trickles on with your reflection in every drop,
My eyes fidgeting with my mind;
The mirror;
The scars...I turn around and look back over my shoulders, Stealing glimpses at my own reflection;
It talks to me -- Sometimes it does;
In whispers most of the time,Hushed tones; Loud silence; Angry; Serene; Sublime!Metaphors and their affiliations floating through -- The mirror;
Attaching to me, and to my image...
I try to scratch the mirror to remove the scar...
Futile attempts; Unknown trysts; A lasting war...
I clench my fists; I want to have no past;

Just today -- That's all I want for me;
I stare at the mirror -I stare back at myself;
Pleading guilty one more time. Kneeling down in my thoughts,
ask for forgiveness,I ask for more; And more; And more;
Nothing less;I stand on the floor;
Wrestling with my yesterday,

I hit as hard as I can - Smashing the glass to pieces...