when i look in the mirror
i see all that has been
i see hate, fate, disrespect
honesty and insecurity
instead of seeing me

never quite clear
what to hate, what to fear
pure disillusion
providing mass-confusion
whispering in my ear
what i want to know
has never been so near
all i need to grow
much like death
doesn't exist

now i stare blindly
at myself, staring back
at myself, staring blindly
where am i?
i've lost myself in
my deep thoughts of fate
no i'm honestly insecure

when i look in the mirror
i see all that has been
the future to come
all life's intensity
instead of seeing me