The Man In The Mirror Parts 1-3 Poem by Daniel Hooks

Take this man wrap him up with morals ideals which form his chains
Bind him up with regrets and pains
That he can’t heal
Steal his love give him something fake
Use him abuse him at your whim
Weigh him down put the weight of the world on his shoulders
Tell him his inadequacies remind him of his faults
Then push him into the sea of tears with a jolt
Now lets see if he can escape!

Who replaced this honest man with this one I see now in the mirror.
He cares a little but not too much,
he clutches at straws
and he tears himself to pieces and draws and smile on his unhappy face
so that he doesn’t get sectioned.
His bad habits need correction
but a fresh direction is hard to find
when bad habits are ingrained into the soul
he hurts from self inflicted spiritual cuts
and when he hears his own voice it tuts.
“You used to be so innocent
an honest man like a saint
but now your heart grows faint
there is no romance in dying a slow death
or suicide”.
He wishes for salvation
but the only one who can give him that
is the one who stares back from the mirror.

One day I did it I escaped
I escaped from the sinking the drowning
I scraped myself out of the handcuffs the chains, healed the pains
the weight of the world fell off my back
shame I had to imagine I was someone else somewhere else
insanity is not just my escape its my life line
how am I?
I am doing fine
I am my own saviour
Ill be ok.