This reflection, a spiteful image, is not who you are, it is only who you fear.
You see scars. They burn. You hate them. They cover your skin with a lingering pain. A past, buried in your mind.
Do you endure? Or do you give in? It’s not you. It’s a shadow, a ghost. Yet you stand tall, confronting it.
It’s not you. It’s just your fear. Face it, I tell you! Face it!
And break it!
A hail of glass, an ear-ripping noise. The hymn of your victory.
Don’t ever give in to those who oppose you. Not your shadows, not your enemies. Stand tall. Let them all know that you don’t give in.
You stand tall. They will come, trying to conquer your will, trying to break you,
but you will endure. You will face their hate like you faced your own.
And then, break it.