Like a broken wheel
Like a broken branch
Got a broken mind
Like a box with a broken latch
Overwhelming currents of emotion
More thoughts than can be processed
Cannot grasp a singular thought
Vibrating, vibrating, vibrating
Cannot speak, can barely hear
Please don't be mad at me
Like a deceivingly innocent child
That simply does not understand
In that place again
That awful familiar place
Don't ever go there on purpose
Don't know why it exists
Surely just for torment
Inescapably uncomfortable
I look in the mirror
And what do I see
I see a piece of me
That you cannot see
Dark and ugly
Mean and rank
Lonely and scared
No one to thank
But the guy
I see in the mirror
That you cannot see
