Faceless in this thing called life
Hours filled with endless strife
This sight of me cuts like a knife
Is this what happens when I’m done?
Hiding in this piece of glass
Dear Lord, will you give me a pass?
I really don’t know how to last
I’m no longer having fun
Taking better care, I tried
But once again, I failed and lied
Just to myself, I scold and chide
And still, reality, I shun
Instead I find myself right here
With no one coming close, I fear
I prayed they would just disappear
It seems that I have won….
A reflection in the mirror where
Hollow looking eyes do stare
Back at me, but I don’t care
My spirit, completely overrun