Looking into this mirror I think to myself Who is this girl I see? She couldn't possibly be me. Her face appears to be my own But her eyes... Just aren't right. Bloodshot Empty Lifeless Cold What have I become? A monster? A druggie? A cold hearted daughter? An unloyal friend? Unfaithful to myself? A smile once so warm Has disapeared from my face A constant frown A constant scowl A stranger to myself And to all who once knew me A stranger to my mother and to all who love me.

Spiraling down Deeper Darker Spiraling down Faster and Faster Into a blackness which can only be explained as one thing My mind A dark abyss Coldness Alone Twisted thoughts Dancing Twirling Twisted thoughts Entwined within each other. Together as one Tangled A yarn ball Knotted too tightly To come undone.