Who Am I

I look into the mirror
My face is gone,
How much of my glory is here
And how much is gone?

My eyes are bloodshot and red
Wounds they hurt no more
I'm still standing in front of this old shattered mirror.

I see as I have been seen
Nothing but a glimpse of darkness on my wall, sometimes this mirror leaves no reflection at all
Though I hold on with a single thread of hope.

The cry out to this disagreeing world
A battle I will never win,
But one they will always lose
It leaves me asking myself who am I, and what do I do?