The Face in the Mirror:
I know what it’s like my oldest friend,
To be alone, staring at the end,
I’ve been this place before,
Understand, sometimes we all fall,
If you stopped for a second, asked if I was fine,
If you saw my hand beckon, showed you the sign,
Would you see behind my lies,
Could I hide the thousand tears I’ve cried,
I’m staring from the outside,
Looking at the emptiness within,
At the shattered pieces of my soul,
Wondering will I ever become whole,
Am I the face in the mirror?
The one with demons, surrounded by fear,
Is the reflection staring back me?
Am I the darkness the world sees?
But believe that pictures wrong,
While I still don’t really belong,
I’ve wasted so much of my life,
Remember, I won’t lose this fight,
Not every colour fades,
Even the broken can mend,
And, though I fell so damn far,
With pride I wear my scars.