Sunday Morning Mirrors

Steam on the glass, can’t blur what I see

Still got bags under dreams that don’t sleep

Lines on my face from the weight of the week

Tryna pray, but my silence still speaks

To the man I became while I ran from the pain

Now I’m standin’ in shame where the soap used to drain

I wiped off the fog just to find the remains

Of a boy with a name that the world never claimed

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Sunday morning mirrors don’t show mercy

Every scar, every lie, lookin’ right through me

A face I know, but barely recognize

I see the truth when I’m lookin’ in my eyes

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Tell me who I am when the world ain’t watchin’

No filters, no likes, just a soul that’s talkin’

Regret in my breath, pain in my posture

Tryna fix what I broke in the name of progress

Sunday slow, but the guilt move faster

I smile less now, but I heal a little after

Every truth I face in that cold reflection

Feels like confession, feels like redemption

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Water hittin’ skin, but it don’t wash sins

I replay my wrongs like reruns again

That girl I let go, the boy I ain’t raised

The nights I was numb, just starin’ at space

I carry those ghosts in the fog of the glass

They whisper mistakes from a version that passed

But I’m still here, breathin’ in the steam

Tryna find peace in a cracked routine

I trace my reflection like it might respond

Lookin’ for the man I could lean upon

Still healing, still hurtin’, still holdin’ on

Still writin’ my story in the quiet of dawn

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Sunday morning mirrors don’t show mercy

Every scar, every lie, lookin’ right through me

A face I know, but barely recognize

I see the truth when I’m lookin’ in my eyes

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I ain’t who I was, but I ain’t who I’ll be

Growth in the grief, in the slow recovery

It’s a war in the mirror, but I still stand tall

Even cracked reflections don’t mean you fall

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Lord… I know You’ve seen me at my worst, and somehow You still wake me up.

I don’t got all the answers, but I’m tryin’… and I’m tired.

I’ve hurt people, I’ve hurt myself, and I’m still carryin’ things I never meant to hold this long.

But if You’re still listenin’… if there’s still grace left for someone like me—

teach me how to forgive myself.

Not just for what I did, but for the moments I wasn’t strong enough to do better.

Help me rebuild what’s broken. Help me love the man I see.

Amen.