Look in the mirror,

all I see are my flaws.

So I curl up within myself,

viewed by a ceiling and some walls.

Don’t know how it got to be,

not sure where it all began.

But I’m longing for a voice,

a spirit, to take my hand.

A guide to watch over me,

make sure I’m staying well.

Because the way I’m doing things right now,

has made life a living hell.

It’s a daily battle,

of waking up to fall asleep.

With the only thing I truly hear,

are my demons and their screams.

Wasn’t supposed to be this way,

wish I could change it all.

But to stand back up,

you have to let go,

stumble, trip, and fall.

I’m waiting for the moment,

where hope is ‘round the bend.

And I can feel proud and happy,

that I beat them in the end.

What is “them” you ask,

that has made me oh so blind?

The answer to that my dear,

is my twisted, broken mind.