• Every day I see myself
    Inside this dreary mirror.
    I can't take the person looking back at me,
    Why can't things be clearer?

    The glass shatter and blood poured out,
    Yet I never felt the pain.
    Yes, tears did come,
    But it was mostly from my rage.

    My dreams are now haunted by broken mirrors,
    They return every night.
    The demons inside me are breaking free,
    And nothing I do is right.

    I know I'm really mean to people,
    But they disreguard my cries.
    Don't worry, I don't hate you...
    It's myself whom I despise.