Broken Mirror On The Wall

I stare into this shattered mirror.
I hate what I see.
How have I become this?
How could I let this happen?
I stare into this shattered mirror.
I hate what I see.

Many people see me.
They think I'm happy.
But That's not the case.

As I look in the mirror.
At my own reflection.
I look into my eyes.
I see nothing inside.
Nothing at all.

Why has it come to this?
One day I will either wake up on the side of the street,
or in another world.
Maybe another world is what I need.
I can just give up.
I can just die.
Leave me be.
Leave me here.

Is this the right direction?
Am I choosing the right path.

Broken mirror on the wall.
Can you tell what it is I have done wrong?
Can you reflect on my wrong doing?
Can you reflect my own pain?

I stare into this shattered mirror.
I hate what I see.

Should I agree between right and wrong?
Should I choose the darken path.
That only leads to death?
I am caught in between two world's.
How can I get out?

It's not the mirror I hate.
I hate me.
How I look.
How I feel.
How I see.
How I hear.
It's me that I hate.

Maybe if I couldn't hear how others viewed me I would be happy.
Maybe if I couldn't see how I looked I would be happy.

Words hurt.
I'm a human too.
Can't you see?
Can't you feel?
Maybe your not human.

I stare into this shattered mirror.
I hate what I see.
How have I become this?
How could I let this happen?
I stare into this shattered mirror.
I hate what I see.