red gloves

I didn't intend on writing this, but I did.

The water won't dilute this gin on ice 

I pick up my red gloves, wonder if I will ever finish this fight

Sometimes it's like looking in a shattered mirror,

I see myself; my biggest fear

There is no solution to this pain

I work, I strive, i try to train

Maybe one day, i'll be myself a dear

able to see in an un-sractched mirror