Someone said they saw the real you the other day.
Even though there is no real you left.
There is only the false demon creature that you have become.
A mockery of reality.

Someone said that I was living a fake life the other day.
It may be fake to some.
But It has as much substance as your life does.
Which, unfortunately, isn't much.

I saw you in the reflection in the mirror the other day.
I was the only one there.
It frightened me greatly to see you in me.
Please, God, I can't be like him.

Why are our lives torn?
Is there any way to repair the damage?
No, You have made every effort to make them this way.
I only hope that I can move on with my own