Who is that girl in the mirror I see?
Used to know someone who looked like her
but lately she’s foreign to me

Those eyes aren’t mine
used to be so bright
wonder why they don’t shine

Look at me today
fake smile, forced laugh
eyes that speak of constant dismay

Like a snake shedding old skin
my wounded soul hides
I try to recreate an illusion of who I’ve been

Wearing the shell
of who I used to be
How did I end up in this secret hell?

How unsettling to not
recognize my own face
symptoms of feeling distraught

Like punching and kicking
down endless drywall rooms
time is slowly ticking.

Want to feel worthy of love
baggage, damaged goods
Who wants the girl I speak of?

Resist the Vicadin
A shot for breakfast
won’t make this easier to take in, product of sin.

I can’t believe I’ve become so vain
Fantasize about falling in front of this oncoming train
Make these thoughts stop twirling around my head
Starting to think I’m better off dead.