The Ghost from the Past

I was weak once
Young and vulnerable
Broken.

A ghost used to live in the mirror.
Empty eyes
The lights were always too bright.

I leaned against the walls
for support and comfort
The walls that caged me within.

My sobs were empty
my voice was hollow
My cries died before they left my lips.

I was weak and broken
And I lay here shattered
Building myself back bit by bit

I am strong now
I might have my scars
But scar tissue is very tough.

Today I am inside these four walls again
Feeling a little weak
Looking for myself

Today I saw a ghost in the mirror.