I sit in front of the mirror, for a session with my fear. What I’ve become, what I don’t want to hear. My eyes, they look away, and let out a tear. Why does this happen, when a mirror is near? The look in his eye, it hurts me inside. It makes me think of who I used to be, shows me what I couldn’t see. I can’t confront him, he always leaves my side. I need someone to talk to, with a shoulder to provide. It’s insane how much he’s different now, he says “I never took a vow.” He’s gone now, he’s never coming back. His life, he lacks. He’s left it behind, here with me. He set it free, and now he doesn’t care about me, what’s good fer me, what’s bad fer me, he just doesn’t see. Misunderstood, I’m wishing he would.