I look in the mirror somedays
hating the reflection I see
Until one day
after my great-grandma died
and I saw her face in mine
She used to tell me
"Child, I see myself in you too much"
I would find it as a compliment
this wonderful woman
to whom I looked up to so much
but now I find myself not living up to her legacy
I'm falling into the same downward spiral
she once did
but she
she put the bottle down one day
and decided it was her last drink
I still
from time to time
pick up that bottle and hold it in my fist
shamed by my actions
I drown my emotions at the bottom
I drain liquid from bottles
to find the answers to my questions
because she is no longer here
to help me be logical
I wish I could be like her
put down the bottle
and walk away
I am so much like her
but I'm so far away
from being the woman she knew I could be
As I
stare into mirrors
I hate my reflection
because it can never lie
