I do have a certain person in mind for this poem, but I realize that it can fit more than one. Oh, and yes M, you did guess the correct POV in my last poem. So, read and review if you will.
Perhaps I should have listened,
Taken time to see,
That there was another way,
I didn't have to go it alone.
But I had to fight the good fight,
Because my cause was just.
And, at the time,
I truly believed
That the ends would justify the means.
Little did I know
What it would cost me in the end,
And while they still stand by my side,
I see the doubt clouding their faces.
So now I can't help but wonder why
The monster that I see
Is in my mirror
Staring back at me.