I look in the mirror, and wonder who I see... I see a broken woman, yet I can't seem to find me. I meet with the eyes of the woman I destroyed. With all the materialistic things I used to fill her void. I hope one day to just meet with my beautiful face... Without all the disgust, without all the disgrace. From all the past times I gave her away, so just for a moment I could feel possibly okay. I see her body no longer clean and pure... Just because I was looking for her cure. Scars stretch for miles it seems. I stare in disgust... I wish I still could find those young eyes full of gleams. I see handprints all over me... They are there. Even though I'm the only one who can see. From the little ways I defiled myself. Like a "trophy wife" sitting on a shelf. But when I look into that mirror I see a woman of hope. That in her darkest hour, I won't let darkness devour. I won't let her down once more. Her pain I won't ignore. With each "I love you" I tell myself, I see her smile return. With each promise I make to her, she forgets the scars, and passerby marks. She looks happier. Her eyes, returning sparks. That woman in the mirror, I finally recognize. And without guilt, I can once more meet her eyes. I pulled her out of the jaws of man, and hid her away now that I finally can. Now she's free to love herself. She's a beautiful girl and she doesn't need help. My scars, her scars... Are beautiful.