Who Is This
Looking in the mirror, who is this I see?
Because this person that I'm looking at cannot be me
But possibly it's what is underneath, buried alive
Begging and screaming, pleading to be free
It's growing in me, this human sin and disease
Pathetic as it seems, temptation has me down on my knees
I'm invisibly bound by this crown of thorns
I've got this being chasing me with a tail and two horns
God, take my soul or whatever is left of it
Pick up the pieces and Satan you can have the rest of it
As for life in general? Hell, I'm fed up with it
Between the lies and the hate it's hard to keep my head up
Feeling like I can't go another day but then the rain starts to let up
I feel like a clown, disguised in a ridiculous get up
Wearing a mask so know one knows exactly how I feel
My trust is gone, it's too much of a risk to be real
So I'm standing in the mirror wondering, Who is this I see?
Because this person that I'm looking at cannot be me
Copyright © Skylar Haner | Year Posted 2015
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