Reflections of hate

Looking at the reflection
i see a man i do not know
he's just an empty shell
and for some reason i just cant let go

sitting there with his hands over his face
missing what he should have kept
and seeing the cruel reality
i sat down and wept

how could he have been so blind
to let go of something so great
as i stare at this reflection
i get a feeling of hate

who I am hates who i have been
and I wont make the same mistake
now I know the truth of love
it's just a lie it's not a free take

crumbling inside i turn away
I cannot bear to see my own face
yearning for something long since gone
im guilty as charged in my very own case