I've been looking in different mirrors
Trying to catch a different reflection
But all I see is the same me
Over and over
Perhaps it's not all the mirrors allied against me
Just my own mind signalling me
My own heart pushing me
To begin grooming my messy soul
Separate doubts and fears and goals
And begin accentuating what defines me more
Because the empty eyes and diseased heart
Staring back in all these mirrors
Is a sight I don't want to stand with before my Lord
And yet the time to stand is coming near
How long before I truly fear?

— your messed up soul