• You always look in that mirror
    Trying to decipher why god gave you such a fate
    You never let anyone in; even if you did. You get hurt
    One way or another
    Your mother…
    Christine…
    So much hate in that house. So much rage boiled over to abuse.
    You look back and forth through dreams and memories
    Your genius mind unrelenting causing you so much pain
    But it also gives you so much direction in the end
    Perhaps when you look in that mirror and you take off that mask
    You see a monster, you see someone you hate
    But in reality all you see is your inner self
    And the demon reality created and warped out of you.