Undone

Its getting harder and
and harder to walk around and see the man
I have become.
All I have done cannot be undone.
It's hard walking around a house of
glass, and feeling any love
towards myself.
Because even in all my wealth
I realize I hate who I am.
Even though I have done all I can.
Every time I walk past a mirror
I just know I fear
what I can do.
Do you even have the slightest clue,
how hard is for me to look at my own
eyes in the mirror, and see the tone
of remorse and regret.
It would be a safe bet
to say that I need
to change, and no longer feed
the mouth of my emotions
and I won't hear the commotion.