~I see Myself in the Mirror~
He walked through the sewers lost in his own thoughts. Lots have happened that day, from morning when he opened his eyes until now where he was closing his eyes.
He knew he should go back home. But he was scared of facing what he was running from. The love, the hate, the happiness and the pain. It had been growing over the past few days – no weeks, months and years.
He had been trying to keep it all under control, his pain and his dissatisfaction, hiding it from his friends and family. But even then each time he looked into the dark murky water underneath his feet he feels nausea taking over him, not from the water, but from his own reflection.
In disgust he looked up again and came to face a sudden wall. He had been here before as he looked at the marks on the wall. He had been drawing a line for each time this had happened and he had lost count of it. The lines were starting to cover the wall with white lines over the dark bricks.
But there was always room for more and so he took the piece of chalk he was always using and marked another line. He tried to be satisfied with it, but even then he couldn't help but wonder of how he had ended here again. Had he really been doing it again and had it really been affecting him in this way? He didn't know the answer for it but he knew the way to it.
He turned and began walking away from the wall with the scars but was stopped by the water. It had risen and was now showing his full form in its empty depths. He looked alone in the empty water but even then he knew he wasn't alone, he had his reflection as company. He saw the mistakes in his looks and wanted to correct them, but knew he couldn't. He was born this way and he couldn't chance what had been giving to him by his, now long gone, parents.
He was lost in looking at the mirror in the water. He saw what he had been hiding, shining upon his skin. The shame of being him, the soul which was dead, the scars which covered his body in a special design. These things were what defined him as him and these were the things which he wanted to chance, but he couldn't do that without chancing himself which he was incapable of.
The scars would always be there; from all the battles he have had so far and new would come soon he knew that. He has fought the battles which his dad had lived with and he had to pay the price for those fights. But he did it for his family and for the survival. That was the only good thing he saw in the dark murky empty water and the only thing which made it clear without the dark. And so home lay in front of him, waiting for him to finish his journey once again and he walked home to greed it.
Inspired from the song: "Mirror on the Wall" By Lil' Wayne feat. Bruno Mars
