cracked image

can you see me
can you honestly say you truly see me
do you see what you want to see
if so all you see is a cracked image

like a broken mirror
all you get is a distorted image
pieces, fragments of who i am
now try telling me you can see me

these scars of mine
they show my inner battles, and stuggles
like pieces of that broken mirror
have cut away at me from the inside out

these eyes of mine
they no longer are a window to my soul
instead they are a wall, blocking the pain
to hide my cracked image

as the rain falls
so do my tears. the heavens mourn with me
with each drop of rain brings another memory
with each memory comes another tear

how i envy the rain
to be able to fall and wash away all the filth
how i wish i could do the same
and cleanse myself of this pain

i am like that mirror
that reflects my image everyday
everything appears fine on the outside
but beneath it all lays the shattered image

you see me as you want
lazy, stubborn, happy the list goes on
but do you really know me?
not one soul can answer that question

i am trapped
how do i move on from here
when my mind is stuck in the past
as my heart is trapped with the middle of it all

people become frustrated
because i let them down
i am sorry but i am not person they once knew
too much has changed for me to return to who i was before

my heart aches
with all these memories
at the moment i am a dying flower
hopefully i will bloom again with time

so much goes on
i am stuck in a whirlwind of turmoil
just trying to figure things out is tiresom
i no longer have the strengh at the moment to carry on

look at me again
you still cant see me
not who i really am you never will
all you will ever see is a cracked image