Man in the mirror

Why does he glare with such discontent

This world around us was not my intent

His eyes burn my hope

I tossed him over with no rope

My soul cant take his stare

He is a man without care

The horror he has seen

Morbidity with every scene

Blood runs from his wrist

Cries for help as he is engulfed in mist

No sir we shall not fear worth

I stand here facing the man in the mirror