Musings of a submissive

When I was young, I looked in the mirror

and saw only me.

As I grew older, I looked in the mirror

and saw bits and pieces of them both-

Now, when I look in the mirror,

All I see is her.

When I see her, I hear her voice.

Memories come flooding back,

I close my eyes, but when I open them, she is still there.

When I was young, I looked in the mirror

and liked what I saw.

As I grew older, I looked in the mirror

and saw only my flaws.

Now, when I look in the mirror,

Rage fills my soul