Epiphany

I know that I am nowhere near a saint In fact I'm almost fully sinner at this rate But of all the things to negatively infatuate Why does it have to be the mirror? Beauty is a power A smile is its sword But I've been left defenceless So attack me with full force Dagger to the heart This breath may be my last My one and only regret Is knowing I was always second best If only I could see All the glowing prophecies Perhaps then I might believe In anything you say to me Distorted perception Or true clarity I can't even trust myself So who am I supposed to be? A dagger to the chest This may be my last breath My one and only regret Is knowing I'm always second best There's a war inside of me It's impossible to see How any outcome ends in victory If only I could see All the glowing prophecies Perhaps then I might believe In anything you say to me Beauty is a power A smile is its sword But I've been left defenceless So attack me with full force This is all I have All that was inherited to me A shell I'll learn to love All of this self loathing is enough