The Mirror

There is a mirror on the wall
I used to pass it by without a glance
sometimes I would look but never for long
It wasn't the scars on the outside
that made me stay away
but the ones on the inside
that I could see when I looked into my own eyes
I used to wear dark glasses
so no one could see my eyes
so no one could look into my soul
and see the devastation buried there
I used to let my hair hang in my face
sort of a shield against the world
If they can't see me I will be okay
Today I looked into the mirror on the wall
I looked for a long time
and I saw that the scars are fading away
not on the outside, they will be there always
but on the inside where it counts the most
I think I will look in the mirror again
Tomorrow