I look at the mirror, I don't see me.
I see the hideous demons that overwhelm me.
I tell them to leave, but when I look up, I see horns and crimson red scars on my face.
It took me a second to realize that I was wearing a mask, but it took longer to take it off.
I'm still there - in front of the mirror, looking for my true voice, my own look, my own soul.
I'm tired of living a lie, but I don't want to take this mask off.
How long until I become the person in the mirror?
I take off the mask, but another appears on my face.
Grey eyes, green tears running down my cheeks, and a broken nose on this one.
Got to get it off, but it gets tighter and tighter!
I'm suffocating in my own words, my own mind, my very lies.