This is just something random that came to mind, thought I'd post it here.



Stranger in the mirror,
walking around on shattered glass.
Caught up in a whirl wind of emotions,
that are always changing fast.
Trying so hard to fight,
for what I believe in.
This war that I wage,
is one for myself.
I have to be honest,
an in the end be true to myself.
If finding me,
means having to let go of you.
It's not my way of saying I don't love you.
I love you enough to know that by walking away
I'm saving us both from another broken hearted day.
How can I know that this love I have for you is true,
if I can't even find it in me to love myself.