But it's falling apart.

When you look in the mirror,

what do you see?

My mother sees a women,

lost in her own world.

But she had to hold control,

or else she would start to fall.

My father sees a man,

who believes in all he sees.

A sharp sense of reality,

and a never ending breeze.

My sister sees a girl, 

not worth  anyones time of day.

She never sees  perfection,

not even when it stares her in the face.

When I look in the mirror,

there are multiple things I see.

I see a girl,

not quite grown up,

but faltering in belief.

A girl who's haunted by her dreams,

by her reality,

and everything she feels.

A girl who wants to be it all,

but without the guts to try.

I see a girl,

who's haunted by her sight.

And whisper sweet release.

When I was little,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

they hid underneath my bed.

I saw demons,

they hid in my closet.

I saw hope,

through people who had firm belief.

I saw love,

embraced with wide open arms.

When I grew older,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

they crawled down my hallway.

I saw demons,

they crept into my bed.

I saw hope,

people who so vainly wanted to believe.

I saw love,

redemption from a greater God.

When I was old,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

crawling inside of me.

I saw demons,

drifting off of my fingertips.

I saw hope,

greedy con-men hoping for salvation.

I saw love,

but it simply turned to dust.

The monsters live within us.

The demons haunt our steps.

Hope is just a vain excuse for faith.

And love is simply reaching for unimaginable depths.

Try to find a way to screw my head on right.

I always know,
that eventually everyone will just forget me.
That I will just become,
another face within the crowd.
And even though I'll remember it all,
It'll hurt more than I could ever imagine.
One day, my heart will stop beating.
And then, finally, I will be at peace with myself.
I know that I'm not much,
but I try my hardest to impress you.
All I ever know,
is that to you, I am nothing.
And while I hang on for dear life,
I'll eventually have to let go.