The pain hurts.
It rips, it tears, it brings heartache
It is following in my own wake.
Fun at first that's what I saw,
A perfect image without flaw.
immediately I had to take
That image that soon began to flake.
However, it soon spoke and said, "FOR SHAME!"
And I believed and it turned me lame.
I became unwillingy to move,
to act, to breathe. I had no groove.
So I shook the image,
i beat it, struck it, created a grudge
then it shattered. My belief had been a mirror's game
crafted by a world that loved to see me in pain.
and I would go back and say, "It's not worth it!. Ignore its lies!
Do not become such a badgered prize!"
But oh, its too late and how the pain hurts