Reflection

She'd like to think she was over it
This childish crap
Mature
Wise
Finally content with herself
Whole.
But then it just creeps up
Though she can feel it
She can always feel it
Buried to an extent
But it always comes up
At the most inconvenient of times.
Thank you self esteem!
Slowly
But surely
It surfaces...
Everything turns to dust
And it keeps gnawing
Strength increases each passing minute..
Constant
Constant
That goddamn constant voice
Her voice
But not her true voice
But the voice that seems to overrule
And overpowers everything that's logical
Telling her truths
Untruths suddenly reality
The threads come undone
And she slowly becomes unhinged
Bye bye security
Self esteem
Strength
Everything falls to the floor
And the cause of it all
Such self destruction
And mental torture
Is where the light flickers
when it meets the sun,
And when she looks into it
She confronts her downfall-
Herself.