Mirrors of my mind tugging on my existence grasping my joy as it inject poison into my veins .

As anxiety beats me up inside leaving me no place to hide . But nobody see the battles inside.

The mirrors still seem unclear , but I still cry in terror . Maybe it’s just try and error .

But still I cry these tears wishing to disappear hoping someone will interfere , Before I become a souvenir of death.

Just take a breath calm yourself down , just take a walk downtown .

Go take a break maybe eat some cake anything to distract you from your mistakes .