I look into the mirror, but who do I see?
I don't understand, that surely can't be me?
Twisted,odd, chained and not free.
The face looking back looks very lonely.
They look lost, confused if you'd like,
In a way confused, unsure of their life.
They seem to have endured so much, but I am only young.
Is this a future that I can outrun?
The face is too skinny,the hair way too long.
This cannot be me, surely it's wrong?
He looks so regretful, like he's lost the will to live.
Or maybe society has changed him, almost put him through a sieve.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
I look into the mirror, but who do I see?
I don't understand, that surely can't be me?
Twisted,odd, chained and not free.
The face looking back looks very lonely.
They look lost, confused if you'd like,
In a way confused, unsure of their life.
They seem to have endured so much, but I am only young.
Is this a future that I can outrun?
The face is too skinny,the hair way too long.
This cannot be me, surely it's wrong?
He looks so regretful, like he's lost the will to live.
Or maybe society has changed him, almost put him through a sieve.