Looking @ myself through a broken mirror

Looking at myself through a broken mirror.

I look at myself and what do I see?
This bitter, angry person I turned out to be.

I frown as I look and wonder why.
Things turned out this way in my pitiful life.

I fight and I try to make things right.
This pain, never ending, no end in sight.

It took me so long to figure out why.
Why I was so hard on myself.
Why I hated my life.

I was looking at myself through a broken mirror.
Seeing my life as a shattered pane.
Looking at my life through a broken mirror.
I had no real reason to feel so ashamed.

I hated my family, felt so betrayed.
The hurt was so overwhelming it never would fade.

I was ready to give up. Just throw the towel in.
Nothing I could do would make things right again.

But I was looking at myself through a broken mirror.
It wasn't as bad as it seemed.
Looking at myself through a broken mirror.
True love came and everything changed.