Tell me about me. What is it do you see? 

I can see myself in the glass, but all I see is my past.

What is that governs me to push and punish the reflected of thee?

A heart ripped and shorn but thirsts for knowledge; of that I am sure.

What do you see?

I look behind the looking glass only wishing a way to erase the stains of my shame.

Once upon a time on a different shore; I remember pain and beauty, mixed but the byproducts have left me sick.

What do you see?

So many days and in so many ways; I wish a glance of happenstance, the same view you give to me.

I see hope and promise unlikely due this wretch,

Love has forsaken a dimmer illustration and it keeps the demons that attempt to shimmer.

What do you see?

I see hope emulated back.

A last query is, am I worth all that?