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 defenseless

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 defenseless

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