I looked in the glass and the glass looked back,
then I slipped on a crack and whack.
ended up on my back
looking to the stars - no, to my right
and there is the thing which does delight
in hurting me so, making me feel weak
like the demons inside are the wolf and the real me is the sheep

to be small, to disappear into nothing
if I even got a call from my Brother, that'd be something
I tell myself what to do and I fall into this void
but the void likes me back, and I like this void

it wraps its claws around me and pulls my throat back
the feelings inside that stay stuffed down are unpacked
You can push them down, deny this existence
just know you feeling crazy? It's simply the exigence

The void forces me to look into the glass and crave a change,
The things is... I've already changed my name
my ways of speech and the things I say,
this growth feels less like growth and more like the void wants me to stay.