At the end of the road,
There’s someone staring back at me.
I see it, and it looks like me.
But, it can’t be me.
Her hair untamed,
like a lions mane
her eyes don’t shine,
and I feel to blame.
Her heart lays broken,
on the floor in front of me.
She can’t be me,
I can’t be her.
I want her to get herself up off the floor.
Her cheeks are sullen,
Eyes are grey,
and I wonder what made her this way.
But I’m here, and I’m happy.
I feel she’s my future, or maybe she’s my past.
It’s hard to tell when you’ve been down so many paths.
I hope and I pray
these demons get taken away.
I can’t be her,
She can’t be me.