• Looking in the mirror,
    staring back at me,
    is the thing I'm most afraid of,
    and that, my friend, is me.
    I'm murderous and crazy,
    I'm a creep and I'm wierd.
    I can't help but look away.
    I see so much of me
    that I try to hide,
    but no matter what I do,
    It comes back to haunt me.
    Sad, I look away,
    too ashamed for words.
    Perhaps I should just run away,
    but that wouldn't help.
    So I just sit and think about
    the me that I can't hide,
    and I just smile,
    you can't hide what's inside.