The Looking Glass:

Looking at the mirror What do I see A shadow looking at me. With wondering eyes, crazy thoughts Silent whispers, faint voices Crafty hands, wicked ways. How I hate this gaze Its like I am in a daze Going through a phase. I am not at all amaze Wicked ways never pays I have to escape from this maze Before I set myself a blaze. Looking in the mirror I can't believe this is me Mischievous heart, heavy burdens Crafty soul, I need to get a hold. Before I loose my soul I need to aim towards a goal I need to take control I don't want to be on parole Nor find myself buried in a manhole.