Stains of Childhood

Let thee break away,
From the body mould by yesteryear,
Nothing but stains of childhood,
The eyes creates thee's epic,
Learned by innocent eyes,
Captured from the surroundings,
Need a recipe of thee's own

Scrubbed and rubbed,
Tore and bleached,
Repainted and refurnished,
The stains keep returning,
Haunting thee from within..

Won't thy take thee away,
Help thee in this quest,
To answer thee's deepest questions,
Of uncertainty,
Of worth of existence,
Return thee's lost passion to live,
Or bury thee beneath the ground..

Wake up no more,
The more thee discover,
The truth is more apparent,
A karmic mirror that is found,
Thee refuse to look,
Thee is afraid,
That woman reflects thee,
All that thee despise,
Where is thee?
Who is thee?