Who is the person that I see,
Staring away right back at me,
Why is my reflection someone I don't know,
Is it a demon or me, a friend or a foe,
Why are my thoughts so full of contempt,
And everything that I do, I always resent,
When will I seek the peace that I find,
Or shall I tread these roads all battered and blind,
Who are those who speak inside of your head,
Who cause you to fall no matter how lightly you tread,
What do I feel that makes me tremble alone,
So horrid and addicting that shakes me to the bone,
What are these feelings that make way into a song,
But they choke your soul as you start to sing along,
Why do I crave for everything that is so bad,
Then cry over something I never had,
Sometimes these feelings of mine make no sense,
Is it my soul that is clouded or my thoughts are so dense,
Whenever I wake up screaming into the night,
I know that is a battle that I cannot fight,
These tremors of rage seem to consume me the most,
As if I am the guest and this bitterness the host,
With my head in the clouds I find some contempt,
The scotch and the spliff leave no room for resent,
The reflection is dead, the answers I can't find,
The thought of who I am now escapes my mind,
So am I all of the above or am I none at all,
A person so fragile who's destined to fall,
So as this cradle of life rocks to and fro,
I live in this hell with no place to go!
