I spent so long, looking in the mirror,

Searching for myself.

I got lost in a downward spiral,

For which I was left without help.

I tried to hide from,

Everything staring back at me.

The truth I didn't like,

Therefore the lie it had to be.

Worn like make-up,

Hidden from all to see,

The 'so called' imperfections,

That I refused to let free.

The truth burnt inside,

I could feel the pain,

It just wouldn't disappear,

Composure couldn't be maintained.

I looked in the mirror,

This time I could see the crack.

I decided to stop running,

As I had veered off track.

For the first time I accepted myself,

I knew the real me,

And I liked who I was,

This is who I'm meant to be.