Reflections stare back at me
From the dimly lit mirror.
Those faces are not my own,
Are they?
They couldn't be?
In front me stands
All those I hate.
She, who I would kill,
Stand before me,
Staring back.
He, whom I cannot stand,
Laughs at my confusion.
It, that which I fear,
Stands menacingly in front of me.
It cannot be!
Are these all part of myself?
Can these people I hate,
All be a piece within me?
Oh, God, this cannot be!
Please, smash the mirrors;
Send the shards flying!
I don't want to face me
If this is what I have become.
I beg of you,
Crack the glass;
Destroy the reflections.
Please, I can't look at myself,
Because it would seem,
I am my own worst enemy.
