It was 4 am when I heard somebody groan,
I strolled on, attempting to confornt,
Before I realized it was the mirror,
portraying a reflection of my own.

He looked pale,
He looked green
and before he could say a word,
I knew it was me from my teen.

He told me his tale,
but for me it was nothing new,
He was battered, he was lost..
He was coated with self hatred shaded in every hue.

And this...