• I look in the mirror and see,
    The peron staring back isn't me.
    I'm a different person now,
    Bt I don't know how.
    "You've changed" they say
    "It's in a good way"
    But is it?
    If I carry on, I'll fall into a horrid pit
    Of flames and pain.
    I'll be weighed down by a thick metal chain.
    I'll never escape the place that I hate,
    It will be a terrible fate.
    But if I decide to go back to how i was,
    All my friends will be lost.
    I ask my reflection what I should do,
    And it replies, "It's up to you."
    I'm stuck in limbo while i decide,
    I just wish that I could hide
    From all the choices I have to make.
    Will someone chose a path I can take?