glance at the mirror, gloss over your flaws.
gaze at it, and they jump right out at you.

what happens next?

a burning desire to decimate. or protest and sink back into the stupor of fantasy.
because they sting.
they make you become half the person you think you are.

project that mask of confidence. to ensconce that depleting self-esteem.
reject all responsibility of consequence.
but you live with that knowledge that your character is marred. but even worse, the awareness of that lack of courage to produce any form of counter action. coward!
and also, if it continues to hurt those around you.

maybe we should all examine ourselves.
face our flaws. and make conscious efforts.
for all the excuses we make for our wrong-doings, they remain excuses.

sometimes the one you love provokes you and pushed too hard. they over-stepped the mark which you might have been previously so tolerant before.
and because you feel so strongly for that person, those emotions, in these moments, can go dreadfully awry.
but anger, for all its reasons, are passion gone wrong, and taming it is a challenge of life.
more so for some than others.
but it has to be done.
anyway, self control is an art to be mastered. and mastering it brings bountiful rewards.

i'll remember that.