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The Enemy in the Mirror
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Learning from the Past It's embarrassing to admit
that some girl
half my age's song
changed my life.
Her lyrics hit me
like a ton of bricks,
and I don't think
I'll ever be the same.
Replaying it over and over,
tears fill my eyes
as I reflect on all
my past mistakes.
And while I scan through
ny entire history,
I begin to notice
an overarching theme.
Everything I've ever done
stemed from a
deep-seated need
to be loved and cared for.
That ache for understanding
and acceptance
was always what
drove my decisions.
With each heartbreak,
I dwelled on my pain
way longer than
I should have.
Because at
the end of the day.
the enemy was
the one in the mirror.
I sabotaged
so many good things
because I thought
I wasn't deserving of love.
After all,
who could love someone
who found it hard
to even live with themselves?
I hated myself
for all my failings
and considered them
the sum total of me.
But I was so much more
and now I finally see that
as I listen to a teen girl
sing on repeat.
